Bob is 10, and I am his pencil. I'm Bob's friend.
Bob's pencil box is my home. I have some friends here. They are seven white pens, a ruler and an eraser. I'm the king(国王) in the pencil box. My friends and I are always happy(高兴的).
Now I am not happy. A black pen comes in. It's nice. It's amusicpen. It can write and sing. But I'm not nice and I can only help Bob to write. Bob likes it! The music pen is happy now. I'm not the king but it's the king now. What can I do? Can I go to a new home?