James P Writing

Who am I 

My owner Jim-Bob  stabs me with the permanent marker " OW do you even care about me?" I grumble. It feels like boiling squid ink scaring my skin and like match melting it.

I am not able to read my my Mum taught me the alphabet, so I try look down but it just looks    like little swiggles  man he is horrible at writing and he writes NOTHING like the other I think, I think he writes P-L-E-A-S-E okay I'm going good  G-I-V-E  M-E  M-O-R-E   C-A-K-E, I wish my creator gave me the abilities to read, day after day I get really ANNOYED of him stabbing me, I say to Eddie the eraser "whenever 

Jim-Bob writes something and when he is not looking use your magical powers to rub it out" I whisper to him "OK" he replies, my silver edges start to curve into a smilie. The next day Jim-Bob try's to write I am as funny as a monkey, When he turns his back my friend Eddie the eraser instantly rubs it out. As he turns back his face goes all crinkly and it looks like a volcano is about to erupt!

Well the next time he uses a permanent marker I'll try think to myself life isn't so bad because I could of been born a light or a pillow or a toilet (that would of been a horrible Life!)

                                                        

  By James Picken