Question

Write an Autobiography on a Pencil​

Answer 1

Answer:

I’m a pencil. I’m writing my autobiography. Let’s take a look at my life.

I was born in the big factory of the city. My name is Atlas. I’m smart and thin. I am basically made up of wood. Then they packed me to different colour papers. After my packing was done I was transferred to a lorry and the driver took me to the stationary shop. In that shop I met so many friends like pen, rubber and eraser. The shop was very beautiful and was always crowded.

Ravi my owner bought me finally one day. I must have done any sin in my life which is the reason I got Ravias my master. He was arrogant and harsh. He throws me at walls. Ravi used to make me scream and listen to me crying. I’m always scared of sharpener but that child shop me like 1000 times in a day. But hey this is not the end of the life. People sharp me to make me look sharp so I can write clear.

Explanation:

Hope this is enough , mark = brainliest

Keep smiling and such a funny question it is about a pencil :)

Answer 2

Answer:

Autobiography of a Pencil – Short Essay

I'm a pencil. ...

I was born in the big factory of the city. ...

Ravi my owner bought me finally one day. ...

One day was lucky for me as Ravi placed me somewhere. ...

Every morning she used me with a cup of tea and checked his English papers.