You can now see to certain degree but you realize that you can’t move and are forced to stare at the ceiling. Your body feels super stiff and it slowly becomes more increasingly boring as you realize that this is your new life now since you couldn’t even set a timer.
“How god damn stupid am I?! I could have just done it in like a minute but no! Now I am trapped as god knows what in the middle of nowhere.”
Then suddenly you hear a sound, a familiar sound, the sound of a school bell? Then they came, the giants! They were ordinary students but to you they are terrifying as you cannot move and are forced to see constant shoe after shoe barely miss you until suddenly you are picked up by a female student. You start to try and thank her but she quickly stuffs you in her pocket before you can remember that you can’t talk. You are now in her pocket where she has three other pencils, unbeknownst to you, one more than before. You then get placed on her desk along with the other pencils and then you start to piece things together until the realization snaps into place, you are a pencil, a simple writing tool used to create words and art. You think about how ironic it is that how you can write the words you cannot say until suddenly you see a giant hand above you, ready to grab a pencil until she grabbed the one on your left, now letting you see your new owner. She is a giantess now relative to your height but really catches your attention is her writing. Never before had you looked at someone else write up close and now that it all you’ll be doing for the rest of your pencil life and how painful it looks. The scraping, the scratching into the paper until a letter was written and then then quick transition to the next, as her hands moved so fast it was hard to keep track. And then it happened. An error in her writing that she needed to erase until we realized she had no eraser on that pencil. She then dropped her pencil back on her desk and reached out to her other pencils.
“ Please pick up a different one! Please!” You cry out in your head but unfortunately she grabs you and for a second you feel at ease because of her soft hand but as soon as your eraser hits the paper and starts grinding, you start writhing in agony pleading for this torture to end and when she is finally done erasing, you breathe a sigh of relief until you are flipped upside down, head/point first and ground into her paper. The pain is so indescribable but imagine having your skin rubbed off bit by bit by a monster who can’t hear you scream. You are dying in pain right now but then you snap. Literally since your point went flying off and now she will have to use a different pencil since she can’t write with you anymore, right? Wrong, you and her go over to the pencil sharpener and it’s not one of those new ones that use electricity, it’s an old one-hand potato peeler sharpener. This hurt like hell because now you were get your skin peeled off just to go through writing again and this was your life for two weeks until you were so small writing with you became impossible.
“Into the trash you go!” You hear the girl say as she throws you into a school cafeteria trash can but at this point you didn’t care. All you wanted was to burn in a garbage center somewhere cause you were tired of being a pencil but unfortunately even death seems impossible for you because the school’s trash goes to a landfill plant that throws trash away into the ground and then covers it up with dirt and grass meaning that when you get dumped into that hole in a trash bag, you scream as you are buried alive left to rot with the trash forever.