Pencil Creative Writing
Prunveer Palia
June.12/2014 Creative Writing #2- The Reputation of a Pencil
Blk: C
It was a day that changed my life forever. I could recall the events that happened on that dreadful and tensed day. It was the final horrific exam that I would encounter in my high school career. It was the final exam for the English twelve provincial, which was worth an astonishing 40% of my final grade. Prior to the final exam, my day started off with the sun smiling at me as its rays shot through the dusty blinds of my bedroom window, shining brightly upon my eyes. On the other hand, the alarm clock was crying to wake me out of my bed. I immediately jumped out of my soft, silky bed and went to the bathroom, trying to get fresh as quickly as possible, so I wouldn’t be late for my exam. My mother was down in the kitchen, preparing me a healthy breakfast, so I wouldn’t be tired in the exam. It was 8:30 am, fifteen minutes before the exam started. I quickly like a cheetah got into the car with only my bag and whatever was needed for the exam. My mother dropped me off at school, wishing me best of luck and saying to do your best.
I walked breathlessly towards my designated area as where the exam was taking place; in the cafeteria of my school. I waited impatiently for the exam to start, as I was ready to take on any challenge that was being thrown at me in the exam. Finally when it felt like hours and hours, the time had arrived to go for the gold. I walked down the gloomy and silent hallway, only to hear the stomping of shoes and imagine what was ahead of me. Once I got into the room, I placed my bag onto the side as instructed by the teachers monitoring and took out my crafty eraser, and took out the instrument that would project my thoughts onto the paper for me, the only led pencil. I went to my assigned seat and waited eagerly to start my exam and get out of the exam on time, as I am a very careful and detail-oriented person when it came to
June.12/2014 Creative Writing #2- The Reputation of a Pencil
Blk: C
It was a day that changed my life forever. I could recall the events that happened on that dreadful and tensed day. It was the final horrific exam that I would encounter in my high school career. It was the final exam for the English twelve provincial, which was worth an astonishing 40% of my final grade. Prior to the final exam, my day started off with the sun smiling at me as its rays shot through the dusty blinds of my bedroom window, shining brightly upon my eyes. On the other hand, the alarm clock was crying to wake me out of my bed. I immediately jumped out of my soft, silky bed and went to the bathroom, trying to get fresh as quickly as possible, so I wouldn’t be late for my exam. My mother was down in the kitchen, preparing me a healthy breakfast, so I wouldn’t be tired in the exam. It was 8:30 am, fifteen minutes before the exam started. I quickly like a cheetah got into the car with only my bag and whatever was needed for the exam. My mother dropped me off at school, wishing me best of luck and saying to do your best.
I walked breathlessly towards my designated area as where the exam was taking place; in the cafeteria of my school. I waited impatiently for the exam to start, as I was ready to take on any challenge that was being thrown at me in the exam. Finally when it felt like hours and hours, the time had arrived to go for the gold. I walked down the gloomy and silent hallway, only to hear the stomping of shoes and imagine what was ahead of me. Once I got into the room, I placed my bag onto the side as instructed by the teachers monitoring and took out my crafty eraser, and took out the instrument that would project my thoughts onto the paper for me, the only led pencil. I went to my assigned seat and waited eagerly to start my exam and get out of the exam on time, as I am a very careful and detail-oriented person when it came to