Wednesday, April 9, 2014

A SHORT SHORT STORY WRITTEN BY MEW

Hi! My name is Francine, a French dictionary. My cover is old and nasty. Clumbsy dumb kids spill water, hot cofee, snacks on me. I mean, don't they know I'm useful? Very useful?

"Hi, Frances!", Sharpey squicks. Sometimes my friends call me Frances. Sharpey is a little purple sharpener. I feel really sorry for Sharpey. Why? Imagine every minute of your life carrying the pencil crumbs, and kids spinning you round and round. Really? But I'm most sorry for Ella, the eraser. Ella is so tiny. She's those fun eraser. She was a piano eraser, but now Harlt (her owner) makes her like a piano who has been step on. Can you imagine Ella's life? You know what I mean, don't you? Then there's Penny a pencil. Don't tell this to anyone, but Penny and Sharpey don't really like each other. It's true! Penny's sister, Clara - a red crayon, is artistic. Also very pretty, too. For me, I have a sister, too! Gess who she is? She's Eglentine an English dictionary! My cousin, a thesauraus is Tori! Tori is a true poet. Tori is even like a twin sister to me. "Hi Sharpey!", I said back. It was reading time at the class, but humans can't here us. "Class! Please put away your books and write please! I want you to hand me a poem about kites ...", the teacher said. I cut her off because it's boring. She can go on and on and on, till the earth comes to a final end: Blah, blah, blah! Who cares?

"Aaah!", I shriek suddenly. A stinky boy, Nicolas, just pushed me. Clear something? I FELL OFF THE SHELF! To you, it wouldn't be higher then your shoulder's, but to little guys like me, it's like were's standing on the tower Eifel! I landed on my head. "Are you all right?", Rebecca the ruler asks. Oops! My apologie! Rebecca is so quiet, we usally forget about her. "Fine!", I said we anoyance.

"Dring!". It's recess! Moo-ha-ha-ha! My revenge! I'm like this, when someone does mean things to me, I get even! So you probably don't want me as your enemy. "Gather around!", I shouted. "Ella, erase his work! Penny, draw scribbles! Sharpey will help you. Savanah (Sorry, I forgot about her too!) cut the paper to pieces (and if you're smart, Savanah is a pear of swissors!)! Clara, you can also draw scribbles! Rebecca, you can help us get down and get up the desk! After we're done we will carry 11 pieces of paper and throw in the trash! Got it?", I scream. "Got it!", they shout in replie. So that's my revenge. "That was nice!", a small voice said. It's Garnet! She's glue. She hardly show herself. She's the shyest person I know. So shy! "Garnet! You could've help!", I said. She shruggs. "I'll help other time," she replie.

"Dring!". Class time is back. "Holy smocks!", cried Nicolas when he saw what we did. Sharpey was on his desk (still) and Nicolas threw her across the room! "Another revenge!", she screams. "Let's huddle up!" I look at Garnet. "You coming?" To my surprise she gladly came.

My life as a dictionary is tuff (but not as tuff as Ella's! Sorry for her!), but with friends, I feel happy (and evil sometimes)

April 2014

Author: Mew

(all spelling errors are kept as they are originally written by Mew)

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