The Pen

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"Mom! I know I did my homework already!" I yelled down the hall. " Ok Jillian! You have fun at school!" Mom said back. I started walking down the sidewalk to the school. Next thing I know, I see a pen lying on the ground. 'Looks like a new pen for me' I thought. It looked brand new, and was full of small writings I couldn't read. But, it did look pretty cool. So I picked it up and went to school. My first class was History. "Today we are going to write about George Washington. You can do whatever part of his life you want," Miss Geminia said. I decided to use my new pen. I wrote about the time he cut the cherry tree. Once I was finished, I felt tingly inside. Next thing I know I'm sent to George Washington's spot where he cuts the tree! 'What the hay just happened?' I thought. Then, I started thinking. Then, I said," Hey! Maybe this is all a daydream!" I pinched myself. 'nope, not a dream.' I thought. Then, I noticed I was still holding the pen. In the dirt, I wrote 'The school in 2007' Next thing I know, I'm tingly again and transported back.

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