BC: To this day Billy and Josh Ace tests together and continue to be friends. The power of friendship is what makes these two, Unbreakable.
FC: The Journey Of Josh, The pencil
1: Dedication | I dedicate this book to my teacher, Mrs. Balzano, She motivated me to do my best on this assignment.
2: I began to think that being a pencil was all fun and games, until that one day. I sat there all summer with my friends and family all around me. That ended on September 5th 2007. As my owner had come dashing down the stairs you could hear her thumping through the packaging I was in. She opened that package I was in. At this point I was trembling in fear; you could smell it from a mile away. She pulled me out of the pack and tossed me into her bag. After a long, bumpy ride we arrived at a building. It was big with red bricks and the name “Roosevelt” carved into it. We enter the building, then the classroom. That's when I realized that being a pencil was no joke.
4: I can see the scorching hot rays peeking out from the clouds. Not a care in mind not a vehicle in sight. Until later that day. Me and my friends were playing a game of truth or pare. Billy the tree closest to me was dared to close his eyes until his next turn. He had never lost a game of truth or pare since he was just a sapling. So he closed his eyes until he heard the roar of the chainsaw and the sawdust pelting his bark like hail on a car. As I fell to the ground I could see the disappointed look that bolted onto his face as I got dragged away.
6: I had a feeling I was in for a surprise. You could see the rough ragged rust on the truck. It pulled up to a big building with smoke black as night rocketing from above the building. Soon that all faded away As I enter the building. At this point I did not know what I was in for, Based on what happened in the woods prior to my journey.
8: I get loaded off of the truck and thrown onto a conveyor belt that carried me throughout the building. I began to approach a machine with multiple spinning blades. As I went through, I come to realize that it didn't hurt one bit; it actually tickled a lot. Although I did not know what was going on, I was having fun. Little did I know, that was just the beginning. I had a lot more of this coming my way. It split me up into pieces and sent me on my way.
10: When I thought it came to an end I was very disappointed. I took a slow ride down the conveyor belt. Before I was a blooming beautiful tree, I am now strips of barkless wood. Then I become the happiest person in the world when I see the next stage. It made laugh so hard there was sawdust shooting out of my nose. The worker who's name was Joe put me in a clamp and a drill hollowed out the inside of me. He then throws me into a bin and puts me on my way to the next stage. He puts a Grey strip inside of me and gives me a gold crown with a pink top. The final worker transports all of the pencils in a package. When he picks me up he drops me to the cold, hard ground. He realizes 10 minutes later. He picks me up and puts me in a pack with other pencils
12: As we move towards the truck I hear a voice “hey kid.” Billy murmurs to me. I had not seen him since that day in the woods. I want to jump with joy! But I couldn't, I was in a box. So I just smiled and began to talk to him. I was telling him about my journey. He could relate because he had had the same journey. I told him that had gotten dropped in the packaging station. “If you didn't get dropped”he remarked. “We would have never been reunited.”he states. He began to say that when I left no one was the same. I had never thought they cared that much about me, I mean I always treated them terribly. “Did they really miss me that much?” I asked “Of curse!”, “you are the one that kept us in line.” I did not realize that they looked up to me, billy had fallen asleep and I began to think to myself, “Wow, you never realize what you have until its gone.
14: I now regret everything I said to them. I treated them as if they were dirt under my trunk. Now I couldn't tell them I was sorry. To this day I regret the way I treated them. Now when I see someone hurting some else in any way. I don't stand to the side and watch. I step in and I defend the pencil that is being picked on. Every time I do that it makes me feel better. Because I think about the mistakes I made prior to my journey.