Abigail H.

Pencil

I am a pencil

I wonder why I have to get a haircut every hour

I hear other pencils getting haircuts

I see a paper almost all day

I want a pencil grip that will keep me company

I am adventurous

I pretend kids like me

I feel famous in the classroom

I touch desks when I sleep

I understand I need to be used

I say ,”Just go with it!”