On the messy desk the pen would ask the rubber and pencil which would always return smaller.
"How does work feel." The pen would ask with a smirk.
"Not too bad we made a masterpiece." The pencil would say with pride while glancing at the rubber.
"Sure whatever." The pen would say bitterly in response however its bitterness was due to jealousy, the true evil.
"No need for that tone, they're starting something new that means it's your turn to take center stage" The rubber chirped up with a smile that could enchant the world.
Teachers get me to write the weirdest things =3
I'm sure there is something special happening between the pencil and rubber
(I did not know this was typed out 🤩)
YOU ARE READING
Random unnamed chapters
RandomI have written an lot and it be a shame to waste them, so this will be all the little random chapters I have laying about with no story to fit in to. Now I know these may not be interesting but they may leave you waiting to know more.
