place until the woodcutters came and took me and my brother away from
our parents by chopping the little trees. It was such an agony to be sliced
and taken away. We felt so sad, the woodcutter took us and kept us in large
containers. We said our last goodbye to our parents and the forest-knowing
that we will never see them again.
A truck carried the containers and brought us to a huge factory. There, we
were put into a machine and I lost my brother. I cried very bitterly. Then
people shaved my outer skin. I screamed in pain but no one came to my
rescue. Then they cut me into small pieces and cleaved me into half. A piece
of graphite was placed inside and I was sealed tight.
Then came the most beautiful part.......we were painted in different colors. I
was painted black and white and then in gold lettering they wrote.... Steadler
HB2. I felt so proud of myself.......we were packed into boxes and sent to a
I saw a small girl come and enter our shop with her mom. She bought me- but
she was a very cruel girl. She used to drop me on the floor so my head will
break and then she would sharpen me so much; it was eternal torture.
Later on I became shorter and shorter. I was to my end, I became so short so
she had to throw me away into the dustbin.
I had a miserable life.