The Pencil

"Mom!‘ I said as my pencil slipped out of my brother’s hand. Suddenly I got a good grip of it and then it shot right at me, "Ah!" I screamed as I started to cry.

My name is Angelina, and this is the story of when I could have died. I was about 7 years old when my brother and I were fighting over a pencil. "Can you wait till I’m done?" I asked him. This is what happened.

I was drawing one day, and then my brother wanted to draw too. So I went to find a pencil for him. Without thinking I left my pencil where my brother could get it. Then I came back after a few minutes and told my brother, "There are no more pencils!" and that he could wait till I was done. Well I guess I spoke too soon, because when I got a good look at him he was drawing on my piece of paper and using the pencil that I was using.

He didn’t listen so I told him that I had it first, and he had to give it to me. He still didn’t listen to me. I went to tell my mom, but I couldn’t find her.

I started to try to grab it from him. He pushed me back and I fell on the ground. I was still pulling on it. It was like I was heaving and he was hoeing. Then he was on me, still pulling.

Finally, he gave up and let go. Because the pencil was pointing right at my mouth, it shot right at me and into my mouth. I screamed, and my mom and dad came running into the room. They asked me what happened even though they saw the whole thing. I pulled the pencil out of my mouth, and to my surprise my mouth didn’t bleed. My mom and dad said that there was a big hole in my mouth. I didn’t believe them, but when I looked in the mirror they were right.

Then I had to go to the hospital. My dad thought I would have to get stitches. I was worried that I would have to get stitches! I didn’t want stitches.

When I got to the hospital the doctor was very nice and helpful. He looked at my mouth, and he told me and my mom that the hole was a little less than a quarter of an inch away from my artery. I was scared, but all I had to do was to drink salty water. So I did. And after many weeks it finally healed. For weeks and weeks I couldn’t eat anything hard like chips.

I will never forget that.