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Grade 5, Autobiography of a pencil, I was born in a big factory. My name is Nataraja, Atlas etc. I am smart and thin. I am packed in different, color papers.After that I was transferred to a lorry and the driver took me to the stationary shop. In that, shop I met many friends like pen rubber and eraser., Some children love me but some children don’t. Some children get angry with me when the graphic, point breaks.When I am short some children throw me out but some keep me in a box. I live a happy life, after I get into a nice teachers life. I fulfilled the sole purpose of my life that is writing through my lead, to help other people. I was a light and hope of education., One day I was very disappointed because I got a scratch and was left alone in a box. But suddenly a cute, girl came to the shop to buy a pencil. she was in love with my color as blue was her favorite color. she, bought me and was very happy. I was also happy when she was holding me. When I was nearing my end, she stopped me using and instead she bought some pencils and kept me safe in her box.She loved me, immensely. Today she is a grown up girl and has become a teacher and she still has me with her.