I always stare at your favorite pen and I, now, realize why it is your favorite pen. It is perfectly pointed, writes smoothly, and filled with perfect ink that smells good. When I see you writing with it, I get so jealous because I want to be using that perfect pen. I day dream about that pen. One day while you were out of the class, I took that pen off of your desk and used that it to write my daily journals. I replaced your perfect pen with a look a like of my crappy pen. I was so excited and happy to use it. I was not finished with my journal, and I had to use that pen to finish it, so I took it home. When I got home I began working on my journal and just when I finished it had run out of ink so i left the pen on the desk to go find some. While I was looking for ink, my dog had grabbed the pen off the desk and put it in the toilet. I was so mad, but I got some gloves and got it out. The next day of school I put the imperfect pen back on your desk. It was no longer a perfect pen because it had no ink and sat in toilet water. I apologize
Sincerely,
Leanna
