Amazing Kids! Magazine

No. 2 Blues

By Amanda Kneppel, age 13, New Jersey

I lifted the pencil. It was time to copy down notes.

“No,” the pencil groaned, “don’t dig your fingernails into my wood. It hurts!”

“I’m sorry, pencil. I’ll try to be gentle. I promise. So just relax.” I tried to say reassuringly, but it was awfully stubborn.

“How can I relax with you jabbing me in my side?” The pencil twitched as he jerked from side to side in my fingertips.

“Please, I will try to hold you gently. Just…just relax!” I struggled to grasp it with both hands, but just couldn’t. Oh, what a fuss we were making! The whole class was glancing over their shoulders to watch me twitch in my chair!

“Shh, pencil!” I struggled with it as it tried hard to slip out of my grasp. But I wouldn’t let go. This caused my chair to screech across the floor from my scuffling feet. “Just…just stop it!”

“I’ll never stay!” The pencil wailed loudly enough for every student to turn their heads.

My cheeks burned bright red. “Um…sorry. I was j-just trying t-to t-to…” What could I say? My pencil was escaping my hands? I would never say that!

“Please, I just want to get out of this place! If you want, go get another pencil. Just leave me alone!”

I would do anything to get rid of it. I let the pencil drop hard onto the desk.

“I’m free!” It screamed. Then it dropped to the floor, and rolled out of the classroom.

I frowned at the door as I watched my pencil escape. Then I looked up.

Uh-oh. My belly churned, my face grew white. The whole class was looking at me with their eyes as big as saucers. And then I saw her.

Mrs. Peppel!

She glared down at me, not a hint of a smile crossing her face.

I tried to smile and said, “I’m sorry?”

Mrs. Peppel, without changing her expression, put the chalk down and exited the room. Was I in trouble? I gulped hard, afraid of what I was going to face.

After a minute or so, Mrs. Peppel returned, holding my pencil in her hand. She put the pencil on my desk, scanned the room once, and then asked me with a twinkle in her eye, “We’re not going to have any more trouble, are we?”

“No ma’am,” the pencil and I muttered in unison.


  1. This is really cool! It’s creative in a different sort of way- great imagination!

  2. Debbie Aniano /

    Awesome story, Amanda. Congratulations!