Pencil: MIA

I was important. I was necessary. I did more work than any other school object; Pen has nothing on me. I was used every weekday from 8:25 to 3:15 for three weeks straight. Mary needed me. I helped her get an A on her math test. I helped her write the Latin translation from Puer Romanus every single day. I even let her use me to write notes to Lenna during AP US History. Yes, it was a hard life to have my lead broken and eraser worn down to a stub. Indeed, it was exhausting. But I wouldn't have given it up for anything. I was there for her, waiting in the smallest pocket of Backpack, talking to Calculator, the Pens, and Highliter until I heard her unzip that pocket each morning for school. I was her one and only pencil. Now, here I sit on the floor of Mr. Logsdon's classroom in a dusty corner. She lost me; she accidently knocked me off Desk when the bell rang. I can only imagine how worried she was in Latin when she realized I wasn't in Backpack anymore. I couldn't be there for her when she needed me. If only she knew where I was. I heard some rumors from Chair and Desk that she has replaced me. Even though it hurts, I have to believe it. After all, it's been a week and I know she can't be without a pencil for very long. Perhaps one day, another student will find me and realize how much use I have.