One day a mean bully was making fun of the little girl. She used Pen as a weapon against this threat. Never did Pen expect to one day find out what it feels like to be covered in blood and skin. The bully pushed the girl and Pen flew away. He was now lost to this world, all alone in a dark corner. Forgotten by everyone, he lied there praying that one day the little girl will come and rescue him from his pain.
A year has passed. Pen was now covered by dust. He was asleep when a boy found him. The boy took him and gave him a hug. Pen wanted to cry tears of joy, but didn't want to ruin the boy's shirt and retained himself from spilling ink. And then what was supposed to be a happy day ended in an agony beyond imagination. The boy couldn't get enough of Pen. Pen became an object as the boy chewed on him on and on. He couldn't take the pain anymore and was begging for mercy. Nobody heard his plea and the torture went on. When the boy looked at himself in the mirror, Pen, who was always in his pocket, saw his own reflection. He couldn't recognize the monster that he has become.
On a beautiful winter day, while watching the snow falling through the window, the boy saw another pen. Now that Pen was all used up and ugly, he was replaced by a newer, prettier pen.
The next morning, a girl sitting next to the boy asked him if she could borrow a pen. The boy gave Pen to the girl. She was disgusted when she saw the little thing that looked like a 3rd nuclear war survivor. But then she started writing. Pen was so happy that he spilled nothing but pure joy instead of ink. Quickly he became the girl's favourite pen. She carried him everywhere. She shared her feelings and emotions with him as together they composed the poetry in her diary.
All good things must come to an end. Pen got old. He was tired. No more ink was running through his veins. The girl was sad. She even spilled a tear when that last word "love" was depicted by her friend in her private journal. His remains were buried in the recycling bin.
Light, feeling of warmth, comfort, joy, love...is this paradise? Pen came back to life. He was reborn as a shoe...a beautiful shoe...a shoe everyone wanted...a shoe that mattered, was cared for...
