A very mini short Story.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Perfect. Ten pencils in my bag. Good, they are all there. Pens? One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. T-.......No! Nine pens. Nine. Not ten. Nine. I look frantically. Oh god. Where is ten? I need ten. I stare at the desk. Number ten? Where are you? I look to my neighbor. I spot a lonely pen on the cold desk, being completly ignored. The pen called drastically to its owner who failed to notice. I heard it call. It was alone and got no attention. My NINE pens got along perfectly okay. They keep each other company and got tons of attention. Perhaps I could make him happy? I slowly reach my hand over and snatch it up. I rubbed it clean and place it in my bag. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.......Perfect......