4. the determination

  James sat quietly in his room. He held the Jet black pencil in his hand. He kept thinking about Janet. She worked very, very hard. But, just that he, was the one who was lucky enough to get this pencil. He didn't even have to move a muscle to get this chance!

But he still didn't want to be "the kind boy" who asks Mrs. Eilidh to give Janet his chance. He, would do HIS best, to win, and show that, he can do it too! Then, he remembered the pencil, sitting in his palm. "I, will do, MY best, not yours, whatever you are, at least for Janet." James frowned at the pencil, determined.

  He held out the pencil in his knuckles, and used all his strength.

  Crack!

  Black vapor came out of the pencil as it cracked. James coughed, imagining it going in his nose, but it didn't. He shook it off. The pencil was broke neatly, not rough and spiked like every other pencil would have been if broken in half.

  James gulped. He threw the pieces into the trash can. Then, he took out a clean paper, and started to draft what he would write, as Mrs. Eilidh told him to.

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