*Note: To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure whether to put this in Narrative or Dramatic. So if it is in the wrong section, please tell me. ^_^ All reviews are much appreciated!



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Pencil



Dashing madly up the stairs

the clock ticks down.

No time to spare!



Rumble, rumble…

Louder it gets!

Twenty seconds to go

until it is missed!



I franticly kick

the already open door,

widening the space

to go searching some more.



The clothes stand in clumps,

the hamper over flowing,

my socks in a pile

near the little toy oven.



I stop to take a breathe,

the rumbling grew louder.

my feet start to fly,

but instead finds the powder.



"Stupid sister…" I muttered in spite.

The lipsticks strewn here,

the blush to the right.

I push past the clutter and

ran with full strength.

I knocked over a vase,

while trying to get length.



Away from the mess

and right down below.

I knew it was gone,

and I wanted to blow.

My anger was boiling,

“Now I can’t go!

This is ridiculous!

I am going to be late!

She took my pencil,

that deviant snake!”



As I gazed out the window

I knew.

It was there.

At my stop.

Waiting.

Waiting.

But I wasn’t there.

My stuff in the kitchen.

I wasn’t prepared,

Not ready to go,

My things were amidst,

And I knew who’s to show.



“The bus is here!” my sister called out.

Her voice full of laughter,

I wanted to shout, “Stupid big sister!

I know it’s your fault!”

But I was better than that,

I would stand tall.



So instead I watched

with a very deep frown.

She was walking down the driveway,

not making a sound.



But I heard her laughing,

and saw through her pack.

Down, deep in the bottom,

it stood very still.

A pencil.

My pencil.

…I wanted to kill.