autobiography of pencil 100 lines Class 6
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I’m a pencil. I was born in a big factory. I have names like Atlas, Mango and Nataraj. I’m made of wood and graphite. I’m thin and long. They wrap my body in coloured paper. After that they pack me into a lorry, and the driver takes me to many book shops. I met many friends like rulers, erasers, pens and colour pencils.
Some children love me but some children don't. Some children get angry with me when the graphite point breaks. When I’m short some children throw me out. Some children keep me in a box. Doctors, singers and engineers came to their current positions with my help. I’m proud to be a pencil. I love to help children.
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My story is not as great as many famous people but all of them started their journeys with me.
I was born in some company and after my birth I was sent to a shop. I stayed there for several days until a cute little girl bought me. She gave me a new house and some friends. She became my boss from now. My house was small but comfortable enough to survive. There was always darkness in my house. My friends, sharpener, eraser and scale were once planning to fit a small bulb there but I didn’t know if it was possible. My cute boss named me pencil.
When she used me for the first time, my roommate sharpener helped her to make me usable. Whenever I became dull sharpener made me sharp and pointed, and I looked pretty smart after that. My best friend was eraser. She was so soft that I loved to play with her always and every time I made mistakes, she gave me chances to correct them. Also we had one thing in common that both of us became shorter every day. Scale and I worked together, he was not of much use without me and that made me proud of myself. There were times when boss handed me to other people. And when I helped them I always had a fear in my lead that whether I will reach my home or not.
One day there was a new member in our house. He looked the same I used to look when I was young. Even he was called pencil, I don’t understand why each human has a different name and we don’t. I was now rarely being used as I became tiny. Then the day came when I lost my home, friends and my little boss, my boss searched for me here and there after I fell down but could never find me again.
I am not dead; I can never be until I’m fully used. I am just lost, travelling new places.
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