What’s the Point of Me by Anna Lynas
Dear Diary,
It was a day like any other- living inside this small, squeezed up pot. I’m as sharp as the day Bella brought me home, but no one has been willing to work with me. So I’ve decided to leave.
Dear Diary,
Sorry! I know I have not written in a while. I had never left the desk before and this made me feel really small. I was trying to climb up to the big dark cupboard but my little arms couldn’t reach. This would’ve been a good time to have legs! Luckily, I found an old, wooden spoon with a dark burnt patch. The humans must think it’s no use either, but I used it as a ladder to climb into the darkness.
Dear Diary,
Today the doors opened! I felt that feeling of being very small again. As the light crept into the cupboard, I shielded my eyes. A large arm with purple painted nails felt around. At first it picked up an old lolly pop stick, but I wanted it to be me. So I went over, cautiously. And there was the girl- the girl who always had her head slumped on a blank sheet of paper. She caught me with the tip of her finger, rolled me over and grabbed me.
She brought me over to her desk and she did something she’s never done with me before. Something amazing. Something I’d only dreamed of. She wrote with me!
I read as she wrote and what she wrote was beautiful. It was about a pencil’s adventure to happiness.
And that pencil…was me.