Lauryn McNair Assignment 12

I am almost unarguably the most important thing in a teenagers life. Forever in use, but constantly underestimated and maddeningly easily replaceable. I am a pencil. My day is long and exhausting and seems to never end, but is somewhat satisfying. I unofficially start my day at about 6:00 in the morning, sometimes earlier. I'm clumsily groped for in the dimness of one-bulb lamped brighten room by a teenager who is equal parts sleepy and angry. I'm used to hastily write some half-attempted homework assignment before 6:30, when I'm unceremoniously dropped so someone can make a mad dash for a shower. At about 7:10, I'm avidly searched for and then haphazardly thrown into the bottom of a dark compartment that reeks of mint and despair. At about 7:45, I'm grabbed again to help with some last minute homework. Sometimes I'm lucky and my day doesn't start until 8:25, where I'm grabbed to scribble some notes that will never be looked at again. And so my day continues on, constantly grabbed and shoved into some random place and then frantically looked for again. My day doesn't really end until about 11, but then someone usually falls asleep holding me and I'm kicked onto the ground at about 1am, and left laying there until about 5. 6 on a good day. Man I hate my life.