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The Pen

by Garret Haley

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THE PEN

Garret Haley
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INTRO
Wait let’s pause I know you just flipped a page to a “THE WORLDS ABOUT TO END!!!!!” page so let me rewind just about five or six hours ago…
“Man, why did I think to “STOMP make A giant rock monster that loves Ice cream,” I screamed running from the path of the monster's thunderous stomp.
“More importantly why did you make the STOMP Ice cream land to where he has to walk 30 times around the earth,”
“At least I didn’t draw him STOMP with an x3 logo on my hand!” 
“Wait but you did when you were doing your STOMP summer work, when I was getting a snack after football practice there was an equation that was 5684x36. And you did it with your, your STOMP  PEN!!,”
Wait let’s pause I know you just flipped a page to a “THE WORLDS ABOUT TO END!!!!!” page so let me rewind just about five or six hours ago…
CHAPTER ONE
“How did I not see that.” I thought
then I opened it and got the pen out. I was Curious if this thing even wrote so I did my daily summer homework with it and just so you know pencils are better than 200-year-old pens
It was one of those lazy summer days where the ceiling is staring down at you on the ground for once wishing school was back and I was on my kitchen floor stuffing a grape in my mouth. This may sound like a boring story but It gets better just about now. I then started to walk around and saw the pen that have been past down like 15 generations and I was thinking, “hmmm I wonder if I could just fidget with it a little bit, I mean no one is home.” so I jumped up to the shelf that it was on and got it with my tippy toes. It was in a bomb-proof case, at least it seemed like, so I threw it around, up to the ceiling, bit it, and then a latch appeared.
I was wondering how this got into my family's hands, who are not that adventurous, so I read the little piece of paper that was in the box. It read 

If you are lucky enough to be holding this pen then that means that you have gotten the death bus to the pits of a sacred temple where the first words were written.
Wait, this letter is telling me that my great, great, great, great, great whatever went into a weird temple 1000 feet underground and full of death traps over endless hot, sizzling lava to get this pen that doesn't even work!? I want to read more
“How did I not see that.” I thought
then I opened it and got the pen out. I was Curious if this thing even wrote so I did my daily summer homework with it and just so you know pencils are better than 200-year-old pens
I was wondering how this got into my family's hands, who are not that adventurous, so I read the little piece of paper that was in the box. It read 

If you are lucky enough to be holding this pen then that means that you have gotten the death bus to the pits of a sacred temple where the first words were written.
Wait, this letter is telling me that my great, great, great, great, great whatever went into a weird temple 1000 feet underground and full of death traps over endless hot, sizzling lava to get this pen that doesn't even work!? I want to read more
After this was recovered by sir Ablodo, on the way back to England the ship that it was nestled into the mass sunk in the middle of the Indian ocean then a submarine concept model was sent down to look at the shipwreck and saw a small glowing object. The submarine went closer and saw that it was a pen.
“ Why did it say that it glows? This pen doesn't glow.” I couldn't think clearly as if a layer of fog was around my head, but below the layer of fog my brain was exploding as all of this information was flooding in. this is the moment I saw the button nestled into all of the fur stuff on the back of the pen and yes this pen has fur stuff on the back. As all humans do they press buttons that might not be meant to press so I did the unthinkable… I pressed the button. At first, nothing happened just a little whir spewed out of it.
it started glowing I couldn't see the outline of the pen anymore only a blob of light.
As a minute passed the whir started to get higher and higher pitched. Then a whole star's worth of light burst out of all of the zig-zag patterns on the side of the pen and
Suddenly the low purr of my mom's car crept into my ears. what do I do, I thought as the footsteps reached the garage door. I had no option but to stuff it into the bottom of the clothes that were next to the stairs. 
“HONE-, what are you doing next to the stairs?
“Well um, I-I was just uh about to go on a bike ride. But I forgot to uh get water that's it  I'm gonna go get it.” I felt my face burning like a fire, as red as a cherry.
“Don't be out for too long because I will start making dinner after I do the laundry.”
“Oh no you don't have to do laundry I will do it you know to come to think about it I will not do the bike ride and stay to do laundry.”

“Are you okay, sweetie?” my mom said, as she shoved her hands to feel my forehead.
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