The trivial, blue pen

I was, I am and will be a small one, blue, common and insignificant pen. Forever… But “always” is a relative word… Besides, how long is the sad and insignificant life of a pen like me; A year or two if they fill me up many times and protect me with care.

I waited patiently on the shelf of a small and forgotten bookstore, maybe someone will come and get me. Ah, how nice it would be to have an owner too! Let's write together all day, with clear calligraphic letters without scribbles. I would be proud! But probably all of that, they were dreams. I would stay here for the rest of my life...

Another ordinary morning dawned. Where I was fast asleep on my bookshelf – what fool said pens don't sleep;!-, the doorbell jingled merrily. I was thrown. I couldn't see well from my high shelf, but I could faintly make out a dark head. I wish it was my lucky day!

Arched arched, I stood as much as I could on the edge of the shelf in case they saw me. The dark head moved towards me. He stopped in front of my bookshelf. I got hooked! The dark head - which wasn't just a head of course- he held out his hand. And… he quickly grabbed the pen that was next to me! I was disappointed. I had so much hope that he would take me too. Ma, no. The other pen, he waved at me somewhat playfully. I took off his cap, -something similar to human language!- and lay back on my shelf. Ahhh… I would never leave again. I had to make a decision…!

The bell rang again. Did not pay attention. I continued to sleep lazily. Suddenly I felt two hands pulling me. I suddenly opened my eyes – yes, i have eyes!, it's just internal, you humans cannot see them!-. Two gentle girlish hands held me. I could see dimly, two long blonde braids. My plastic soul was filled with joy. Finally! I would be someone's favorite pen! A thousand thoughts flashed through my mind... I began to dream! We would go to school together in the mornings, we would write the competitions together, in her diary, he would trust in a piece of paper with me, her innermost and darkest secrets! Wow! What a joy! I was so excited! I almost wet the hand of my future owner, from my great joy. But no! I also had some dignity! The girl gently set me down – as if I were some precious treasure- over the old one, dusty cash register. Oh! What bliss! I was about to burst with joy! But how proud I should have been!

My new owner bought me and put me in her bag. Before closing the zipper, I caught up and saw all the pens bouncing slightly on the shelf, causing it to collapse and everything toppling to the ground. I understood! It was a sign of farewell. I lifted my cap a little to indicate that I had received their signal. You know now, personal pens! The bookseller, a falcon with glasses, ran to the fallen pens.

-But what happened to you all together?; After I had changed the shelf hinges!, muttered the bookseller, scratching his head.

In an atmosphere of joy and emotion, I made my way out of the store. The girl came out of the bookstore. I was already running full speed towards my new life! Goodbye, beloved and dusty bookstore! You've been home for so many years. But it's time for your pen, to spread his wings! Hello then.

I was breathing fresh air for the first time! Ah… How beautiful the taste of freedom was! Until the new owner zipped up the bag. It spoiled me a bit. But it was fine in the bag, I won't lie! A little cramped of course. I also made some friends. They are called tissues! Interesting things! With a slightly strange name of course! We were good company! It's a lot of fun stuff! We were joking! Which soured me a bit, it was the lipstick. A little too proud for my taste... Poof... It was all boasting that it's a nice color, close relationship with the girl who bought me and a lovely sparkly case! Shut up! I have a lovely glowing complexion, -blue please!-, i spill ink and have a nice pointy cap! I am one of the best and most convenient pens! My new owner will love me even more than the lipstick! "For sure", I assured myself.

"So tell me dear tissues", I said interrupting my train of thought. “Who else inhabits this beautiful bag;», I asked curiously.

"Here goes! You already know the lipstick. That over there is the wallet. Good face! Polite and accommodating! Further, the baby wipes. A little sour. Maybe it's the lemon flavor too. You are not bored;! Who knows... There da, the keys. Cool guys. With confidence. They also have a golden color... Murlia! End, there is also the mobile phone. Friend, he's the boss in here. You want to know why;», the tissues all said with a breath in unison.

"Say it, for say", I whispered in shock.

"If it starts knocking, everyone stops talking. The whole world trembles at it. The Gospel stops at,what he does and pulls it out of the bag straight away. Sincerely, I admit it to him. He knows how to command respect…”, the tissues continued without stopping.

“So that's the name of the girl who bought me. Nice name! Anyways… Thanks for the tour guys! I'll see you around here, I often believe", I said out loud.

We finally reached our destination. I immediately felt a jolt. The bag zipped open. A hand pulled me from inside. I saw the sun shining through the window. Its rays played on the shutters. The hand held me up and a face found itself watching me. I finally met my new owner, that is, I specifically had the opportunity to observe her up close. Her beautiful oval face was framed by "golden" curls. Her long blonde hair had flowed back down her back. He must have untied them from the braids. Her face, they were adorned with two almond-shaped blue eyes that threw sparks. Her eyebrows formed well-defined lines, which combined with her thin lips made her face look more mature. "The girl looks good!», I thought excitedly. After taking a good look at me, he placed me on a wooden desk and left the room with quick steps.

Since I had nothing else to do – unfortunately I don't have legs like you humans, what to do…- I looked around for a clue as to where I was. To my right, from the open window with floral curtains, abundant sunlight poured into the room. The office I was in, from what I could see out of the corner of my eye, it was wooden. There were all kinds of things on it. The one,what could you imagine. Pencil cases, a waste of papers, folders – so many folders- yellow ones, green ones, blue, folder, school books, two cans of orange juice, chocolate wrappers... Beyond stood a library with a thousand and two books inside: school, literary, scientifically... O,what was your appetite. Finally there was a bed, on which a red blanket was spread. I must have been in a bedroom.

Evangelia entered the bedroom again. He headed to the library. From a shelf he pulled a brand new medium size beige notebook. He sat at the desk, stretched out, she took me in her arms and started writing in the notebook.

"Dear Diary,

My name is Evangelia Papailia and in a few days it will be my first day at A'Lyceio. Big event! I'm going to a new high school where I won't know anyone... I'm a little scared... How do you imagine the whole new situation will be; Anyway, I decided to write in this diary with my new pen, to help me a little with my anxiety... This pen doesn't write badly either, at the end of the day! Well, got to go now. See you!

Gospel

I swelled with pride. He praised me!! I already loved this girl! So new school eh;! Wow… Big change! I wish she would take me with her to see her High School!

I woke up one morning a few days later and realized that the big day had finally arrived! It had been a short time since Evangelia had written in her diary, and the day came when she would start classes at her new school. From morning to morning, stuck me in a pocket of the school bag. At last we were crossing the courtyard! I sympathized with her anxiety. I straightened my cap a bit. What would the other pens say if they saw me sloppy;!... I didn't even want to think about it!

The Gospel entered the first lesson of the day. She took me out of her bag and started writing down what a new teacher was dictating. In a rough notebook he wrote as a heading "History of A' Lyceum. What does history do for us?;” and began to write clearly and orderly her answer. I was secretly observing the rest of the pens on the surrounding desks. I singled out two or three, which looked good to me... Maybe I would get closer to them later, to make a friend too...!

The first lesson is over, we entered the second, then to the third and so on... I was scared for no reason! The Gospel was easily adapted! At school as I was looking through the pocket through a crack in the bag, I saw her introduce herself to two guys. I was sure they would like her! I wiped my eyes hastily. I wasn't that emotional, at the end of the day!!

We came home... She left me with the bag in a corner of her room. Better that he left me there... I had time to talk with the History book which solved some questions for me!

In general, the days flowed like water! We had a great time with Evangelia! She was a good girl, i have to admit it! He treated me very carefully and with almost religious reverence! It also had a beautiful graphic character! What more could I ask for;

Several weeks had passed since the first day of high school! We already had November! I was delighted to discover that Evangelia loved to write! She had already filled half her calendar! Plus a notebook where he wrote stories! I, I was always there, tireless companion!

As mentioned, we already had November. The month of contests, from what I was informed. Wow stress!! Preparation at home… Notes, small and large papers, simulation papers, the bad doom was happening!… Let alone the time of the contest… The anxiety was evident in the way he was writing! My beloved Evangelia's hand was trembling, causing me to shake and fill the writing with inks. I was also getting outside the glue lines… Smudges from here, smudges from there... Competitions then and in the tutorial, here we go again!… Sweat, anxiety, inks everywhere. Let alone my lid was permanently chewed. The wonderful, my shining image, it had crumpled… But, so be it! I would do anything for my Gospel! I loved this girl! How much joy and elation my plastic heart felt...! I was also convinced that he adored me! But to be honest, I left November exhausted... I barely survived... But it was worth it because Evangelia got very good grades! Besides, it already refilled me. I had no reason to complain...

The contests are finally over! Peace and rest again! Time to calm down a bit! Christmas has come! My landlady and I were so tired we were, we thought it right that this vacation was a relaxing vacation! Sure, how to relax poor Evangelia; She was a high school freshman, he had obligations… So in the second week of vacation we got back to work. Fortunately, I managed to rest a little. Anyway, joy in her courage!…

After a long time I felt happy. I had an owner who loved me, I loved her too, a convict position in my pencil case, good friends – e.g. the tissues and the calendar, which I tied with after so many hours of writing!-… What more could I ask for;! My future was looking bright!

The months passed, one after the other!… I was living in absolute happiness... Easter also came! Much to my regret, we didn't rest either, nor my Gospel! The exams started a week after the holidays ended... We had a lot of work... I felt a little sorry for her... She was quite stressed... Me too, like a good pen, I was always by her side... Troubled of course, filled about a dozen times but stood on my nose! - Hey, don't laugh! I am telling the truth!-. Those days, I wrote dozens of pages of paper, preparatory competitions, notes, theories, whole texts by heart!… And unfortunately or rather fortunately the exam days have arrived... Let's finish!

The bell signaled the start of the first lesson exam. He entered the exam room, the Gospel with me in her hand. Her tall frame stood out! The truth is that he had grown since the beginning of the year! She had also become more mature! I don't want to be self-deprecating, I in her hand a lamp! And I stood out too! I was the most beautiful pen, I think - without exaggeration -! Besides, I'm also modest!

 Evangelia sat at the desk pointed out to her by the teacher in charge. Her lips trembled. I was shaking too. She took the glue in her hands. "Ancient Greek Language and Writing of 1st High School". Full name: Evangelia Papaelia. Deep breath and here we go...

Three hours later I was passed out. But glad we got through it. I was leaning on a step while next to me Evangelia had collapsed and was crying. This girl always exaggerates! Since he had been doing just fine. I felt it. At least I was sitting and sunbathing. I waited patiently until Evangelia got up, she placed me in her bag and we made our way back!

For the next two weeks, I was more excited than ever in my life. A lot of repetition! But I persevered and dreamed of the day when I would put on my swimsuit and Evangelia and I would swim at the beach carefree! I dreamed of a relaxing and beautiful summer in the company of my beloved owner! And so I took courage!

15 June! Last test: 1st High School Mathematics! With more confidence than the first test, Evangelia started writing with me of course – her much loved pen!-. He handed over the writing and stepped outside into the fresh air .

We sat on a bench to sunbathe! Summer was off to a great start! The sun was shining yellow in the sky, the little birds were chirping sweetly. The rustling of leaves could be heard softly in the stillness of the day. The bees were buzzing. I was happy!

Suddenly, Evangelia remembered that as a supervisor who was during the exam period, she had forgotten to close the window! Wow... Come back in... But let it be! After that we would leave. He picked me up and we entered the room. Evangelia leaning against the radiator, climbed into a chair to close the window. He just closed it, she changed and went out the door of the hall quietly. But he left me there, back to the radiator. I didn't worry... He would remember it and come back to get me later. I waited patiently.

A day passed... I was patiently waiting for the time when he would come to pick me up. Two days passed... I was getting bored all day alone. But I waited. Three passed, four, five days... Psyche had not set foot in school. Could Evangelia have suffered something?; I was getting very worried. A week later, I was still lying on the radiator swallowing my tears. I had an unquenchable flame in my plastic soul, a hope that it is impossible that he does not care and that he will come one day. After all, I was her favorite pen! There was no way he was going to leave me there. I'm surprised, I heard voices entering the building… I squealed with joy! I recovered! It's finally here!

"Taki, open the radiators to check if there are any damages", I heard a thick male voice call out.

"Indeed Mr. Director", another voice answered.

I was disappointed. It was not the Gospel. They had just come for the radiators. I continued to daydream alone. After a while I started to feel a pleasant warmth. A warm wave of heat engulfed me. It was nice. But it started to grow. After a while it became unbearable. I burst out. But I endured... As with the Gospel.

Where did this strange capsule come from?; Probably from the radiator that they had opened for testing. But... That meant I was going to burn. I made desperate attempts to move, to get off the radiator but didn't do much. I just stirred a little.

I was not feeling well. I could feel the extreme heat entering and penetrating the plastic, menacingly approaching the ink. I was terrified. Gospel, where are you?;… Sooner or later I would melt… The plastic would melt, the ink would burn, my plastic heart would just become a puddle on the floor, my cap would scatter in the air in thousands of small pieces... I screamed silently. Gospel, where are you?; You don't see me dying late; It's your fault I'm in this situation. The lava seeped deeper and deeper into the plastic. Evangelia come and get me... I screamed mutely. I believed in love, I believed that someone valued me, I believed that there could be a relationship of mutual love between man and pen. Gospel, where are you?; You betrayed me, is not that right; You never cared about me. But all that you were showing me; Love, protection, weakness;… Where is; They were lost; Gospel, where are you?; I demand an explanation. I loved you with all my plastic heart, i gave you,what I had and didn't have... I don't want to believe the stark and harsh truth unfolding before me. You abandoned me; Gospel, where are you; Justify yourself. Go ahead… I've always been by your side. You;

I wonder if I had a minute or two to live. I stopped trying to shout. I was exhausted and almost ready to melt. I was barely holding back. Gospel, where are you?; I finally accepted it. You won't come my Gospel... I know it. I was a fool to think we could bond... After all, you people are ready to throw something away, empty or not, just because you have the ability to buy again and again, not realizing that the "inanimate" objects you throw, they have a soul. Gospel, where are you?; As the plastic has cracked and the ink drips softly and silently onto the floor forming a blue pool, my eyes fill with tears. And complaint. A mute complaint. My lid is already melted. I'm ready. I only have one question left. Gospel, where are you?; But, now i understand. I was, I am and will be a small one, blue, common type, trivial pen. Forever… But “always” is a relative word…