I sat with my friends Tré, Mike, and Jason. Sadly, Jeff was not with us. And we never found Jason Freese... Anyway, we were drawing pumpkins for no good reason. I glanced at the pencil Mike was using, watching it make beautiful marks on the paper.
Yeah. I'm pencilsexual.
"Hey, how sharp is your pencil?" I asked Mike. He angled the pencil at me. I lunged, trying to get in my mouth. Mike however, snatched his pencil back before I could get it. No. Not his pencil. My pencil.
Jason and Tré stopped talking to stare at me. "What the fuck?" was all Mike said. Jason laughed a little. I wasn't sure what to do so I laughed to. Soon, we were all just laughing.
But I want that pencil...
