Live from the Point of View of a Pencil - Mikino Kobayashi

They called me stick, but I was lost someday. I was always moving and writing. It was easy to write like I solved the difficult question easily. I was a necessity, like a toothbrush and key. Her name was Tommy, and she liked me very much even if I was just a stick. She always held me, and we were always together. We drew pictures, and wrote pleasantly. I was so happy and I desired to be with her. Suddenly, I was in darkness. Tommy was not here. Nothing was to be seen in the utter darkness. I was thrown away like dumped garbage, because I was absolutely worthless. I got small, and went in the garbage. No one helped me. I was alone. As time went by, I met Eraser in the garbage. It became light slowly, and we were talking about why Tommy threw us away. The same as I, he was in the garbage all too soon. She’d gone without our noticing it. In the past, we were needed, wanted…loved. However, she found a new friend. They were alone. However, we got along and we became friends. When I made a mistake, Eraser corrected my mistake. We got small together, but no one used us, because we were not new. But then Mary came. At first we were concerned for her. I was afraid of her touching me. Was she using me? I was not cool. She must sharpen me many times. The beginning, I was a pencil with a sharp point, but I lost it at once. I was afraid. I could not forget if she touched me. I was confused. However, she was not like Tommy. Mary used us calmly, and we were getting along. We told each other. I was moving, and it was as light as a feather. She used us kindly. She did not lose us even if we were getting small because she always put us in a case, which it is her favorite. We were always together. As time passed, Eraser and I got small like elderly people. Mary could not use us. We could not move and draw pictures with her. However, we were happy, because there was nothing changed about our life. We were kept on the desk while sleeping, so a new pencil was moving and writing with her. All of the pencils were happy like me.