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No Matter What

By Charlotte L., New York City, NY

I love this pencil because it is broken
Because the eraser fell off and the tip wore down
I could sharpen it if I wanted to
But I don’t
My pencil broke in half
Each piece is as long as the distance between my thumb and pointer finger
I scotch taped the sides together
My pencil sits on my desk
bent, bitten, tortured
The victim of my nervous habits
I’m not afraid of anyone stealing it…you could imagine why
When our teacher gives us a test, the others take out pointy, long shiny pencils
But I don’t
Mine stands out among all the others
My teacher tells me to throw it out
She says it isn’t useful anymore.

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