A children's story I randomly wrote some time ago

Today is the first day I am here. My owner put me on this table with three other pencil cases, so I am not the only one. I want to make friends with them. However, my owner has put some ugly pencils and erasers into me. I don't want to show the other pencil cases the ugly pencils and erasers.

“Hi, my name is Willy,” I say.

“Hi, Willy, I'm Tom,” Tom says.

“Hi, Willy, I'm Ravi,” Ravi says.

“Hi, Willy, I'm Jeff,” Jeff says.

“Hi Tom, hi Ravi, hi Jeff,” I reply. “Nice to meet you!”

Tom is impatient and he tells me, “I want to see your pencils and erasers!” I am scared. I know that the pencils and erasers that I have are ugly. What if Tom, Ravi, and Jeff stop being my friends after they see my pencils and erasers?

“Sorry, Tom, another day,” I say.

“Alright,” says Tom. “Another day then.”

Tom, Ravi, and Jeff start to take out their pencils and erasers. They praise one another's pencils and erasers, and exchange some of them. The pencils and erasers look so beautiful and colourful, not like mine. Why do I not have such beautiful and colourful pencils and erasers?

Just like that, the day is over. A new day comes. Today, Tom asks me to show them my pencils and erasers again, but I say I am sorry and I will show them another day. So, Tom, Ravi, and Jeff just exchange their pencils and erasers again. They are having so much fun.

Another day has come and Tom asks me to show them my pencils and erasers again. I say I am sorry and I will show them another day. Without asking again, Tom, Ravi, and Jeff exchange their pencils and erasers again. They are still having so much fun.

It is another day yet again, but this time no one asks me to show my pencils and erasers. Tom, Ravi, and Jeff are having fun without me. I feel so lonely. Is it because I did not show them my pencils and erasers? I want to show them too, but my pencils and erasers are too ugly. How can I exchange my pencils and erasers with their's?

Days and days passed. I feel more and more lonely. Sometimes I think Tom, Ravi, and Jeff forget I am here. They just continue exchanging their pencils and erasers. They do not talk to me and I do not talk to them too, because we have nothing to say.

Even more days passed. I really want to show them my pencils and erasers now, but I am scared. If I show them my ugly pencils and erasers, they will start to hate me. I do not want to be hated, so I must hide my pencils and erasers and never let them see.

Another week has passed. They are still having fun without me. I think they hate me. Maybe they looked at my pencils and erasers while I was sleeping. If not, why are they not talking to me? It is alright, because I hate them too.

Yet another week is over. I feel like I do not even exist. I hate myself. Why do I keep such ugly pencils and erasers? Why do I not have beautiful ones? It is because of these pencils and erasers that I am so lonely. I hate them. I hate myself for keeping them, but what can I do?

Today, I decide that I have to change. Maybe if I throw away my pencils and erasers, my owner will put new ones in me. Maybe the new ones will be beautiful. This way, Tom, Ravi, and Jeff will not ignore me anymore.

So, I throw my pencils and erasers away. Sure enough, my owner gives me new pencils and erasers. Sadly, they are still ugly. I am so angry. Why must my pencils and erasers be so ugly! Is it because I am too ugly myself to keep beautiful ones?

Maybe an ugly pencil case like me just does not belong. I must run away from this table. I jump down the table, hoping to land safely so that I can escape. However, my cover break away from me when I hit the floor. Now, everyone can see my ugly pencils and erasers. I begin to cry.

“Oh my...” says Jeff. “What pretty pencils and erasers!” I think I hear what he said wrongly.

“Why were you hiding such wonderful pencils and erasers?” exclaims Tom. “They look so beautiful and colourful!”

I cry even more and shout, “Don't lie! You hate me because of my ugly pencils and erasers! That is why you don't talk to me!” Tom, Ravi, and Jeff look shocked.

“We have always wanted to talk to you!” explains Jeff. “But we never knew what to say. We don't know what kind of pencils and erasers you have, so there is nothing we can do. Why didn't you show them to us earlier?”

“I wanted to, I've always wanted to! But my pencils and erasers are ugly! I can't exchange them like you do!” I scream.

“No, they aren't. They're as pretty as flowers. Everyone felt the same about their own pencils and erasers,” Ravi says. “That is why we show them to one another, because only others can see the beauty in our pencils and erasers.”

She moves closer to me and continues, “Come, let us exchange our pencils and erasers. This is going to be so much fun!”

I do not know what to say. Now, I know. Tom, Ravi, and Jeff do not hate me. They do not find my pencils and erasers ugly. My pencils and erasers are not ugly, neither am I. I just thought of myself too badly.

Now, I know. I do not need to fear what is inside of me. I almost ran away from such good friends. This is a huge mistake to make.

From today on, I will show my friends my pencils and erasers everyday. We are going to exchange them and have so much fun. This can happen because I showed my pencils and erasers. I opened up to them.

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