6th grade Personification Stories

06-07

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Gjenesis – “Eva the Pencil”

             My name is Eva the pencil.  I belong to Gjenesis, my precious owner.  She keeps me, the only one who can talk, in a 72-pack of pencils.  I am a long pencil- her favorite kind.  Gjenesis hates short pencils.

            Well, here comes our long journey.  I was pulled out of here neat and clean bag.  I’ve been in six different book bags.  She moves me a lot.  All the places I’ve been are neat. 

            Every day, Gjenesis comes and puts her bag down and sits at her desk and gets to work.  She writes with me so hard I put a callous on her finger.  And I break my lead and get shorter and shorter.  I think she has very good penmanship. 

            On the bus in the morning she lets other people use me.  She’s very nice to let these kids use me.  I’m a very picky pencil.  I don’t like others touching me, but Gjenesis doesn’t know how I-

            Someone’s coming.

            “Hey pencil,” Genesis said.  “Time to do homework.  I’ve got a lot to do.”

            Gotta go!

Kenda

 Today is just another typical day, me as Alia the brush.  Cally, my owner, does her daily morning schedule:  take a shower, brush her teeth, then brush her hair and finally put me back in her drawer.  I get very bored and sad just sitting there by the comb. 

            Today as Cally returned home after getting off the bus, I heard her footsteps coming up the stairs.  Clump, clump, clumpety clump.  What’s this, I asked myself.  Cally has this new substance called gel.  I have never seen such a thing.  The look of it is just so weird.  Being the nice woman that I am, I introduce myself to this Gel thing. 

            He says his name is Stickline.  He describes himself as a substance that keeps hair in place.  Stickline tells me that when he was in the store, he used to stay right next to Joey.  So when he told me this I told him that she is my grandma.  She had taught me so much about being a womanly, strong, graceful brush.  As the night goes by, I think about this Stickline guy, and I think how we would be the perfect match.

            As the morning begins, Cally does her morning routine.  Then she changes it up a bit.  She takes the comb first, as usual, then uses Stickline next, and then me.  That was weird for me because the substances usually go last.  The feeling of being last was hard for me but I had to be nice because I wanted to be companions with this Stickline boy.  When Cally put us back in the drawer, Stickline asked me the question, “Can you be my companion?”
            So as we journey on until morning, I can barely wait to pose the answer.  When the morning comes, I am sweating down to my bristles.  As Cally is doing her hair, I try not to peep but it comes out anyway, “Yes, Strickline, I will be your companion!”

            “Thanks,” Strickline rejoices, “I have had this little crush on you for a while now.”

            “I am glad I can have something to talk to every day,” I respond to his rejoicing. 

            Now today I see Cally was in a rush home, because I see her shaking so much as she picks me up this late.  How unusual.  This is so amazing.  I get to bond with Strickline as a companion, in the middle of the day.  Cally surprisingly doesn’t rush.  She strokes her hair very hard.  I wonder why.  Then Cally starts speaking to me saying, “Don’t fail me now brush.  Your soft plastic has to work with me, not at me.  I have to look ok for my Martin Luther King speech.”  So then as I listen, she takes some get to get her hair in place.  I tried my hardest to keep myself together. 

            Returning from the competition, I hear Cally crying.  I wonder why.  Then she yells, “I won!”  So in my little bristles, I have so much happiness for my owner, Cally.

Grace – “Shannon”

             Hi, my name is Shannon.  I am a girl’s favorite physical feature, hair.  If this really matters to you, I was born in July of 1995 in Columbus, Ohio, on a girl named Grace.  She was a cute, chubby baby who loved to cry.

            At first I couldn’t stand the screaming and crying, but I got used to it.  I was only a baby myself at that time, so I had my moments as well.

            Grace’s parents kept me smelling fresh like baby shampoo.  I just loved baths.  For the first seven and a half years, I was great.  The next few weeks of spring were not all that great, though. 

            Grace and her brother started to play baseball.  They were on the same team and were always encouraged with good comments like, “Good catch!” or “Nice hit!”  This wasn’t the bad part though.

            When the season was approaching, Grace started to get hot.  The outcome of this was her putting me up in a pony tail then hiding me up in her hat.  I felt despised!  I felt like she was hiding me.  I was always sweaty and smelly.

            The good things that did come out of this disaster was that she gave me a friend.  Her name was Patty Ponytail.  Then it wasn’t so bad.  Now I would love to thank Grace for wearing me up almost every day!

Austin

             I started as jut a piece of lead, no different from the rest or any others.  After I was made I was shipped to an office supply store.  I was in a small family in an even smaller home with only six twins (with it being this cramped, there was very little eraser room).

            I was in one of the royal pencil families.  I was one of the few with a design on my outer wood.  Therefore, I was put front and center with the rest of the royal pencil families.

            I was awakened one day by a jerk.  When I got my lead in focus, all I saw was a white bag all around me and gluesticks, markers, scissors and erasers.  I was expecting this.  After all, school did start in one month.  We were then thrown in the back of a car, then everything was dark and quiet.

            I was awakened again by the noise of something I had never heard before.  When I looked over I saw my bothers and sisters being put into a strange machine.  When they came out, they were sharp and pointy with their lead exposed.  I was very excited.  I had head of these machines.  I was told by many pencils that it turns the boys into men.

            I was lucky.  I never left the house.  I was one of the Homework pencils, and one day my owner came home with an “A+”.  He thought I was lucky!  Now I’m only used for tests that are important.

Allyson – “Moe the Locker”

            My name is Moe. I’m locker number seventy-eight at Columbus Spanish.  I fit snugly between seventy-six and eighty.  I’ve had many owners in the past, but none are as interesting as Allyson.  Sure, other kids get notes or organize me daily, but Allyson’s so fun to torture.

            Every year, I’m cleaned, receive a new combination and a new human.  This year I got Allyson.  I love sixth graders- they’re so eager to fill us with junk.  Allyson even got a nifty little pink shelf.  Her name is Gloria.  She’s a rookie at the school business, and she’s got a great teacher.  Me!

            One day, Glo saved us both.  I think it’s because my inelluectualness has rubbed off on her.  But I’m getting ahead of myself.  It started out as any other day.  Allyson trudged down the hall.  She knelt down and put in the combination.  I was in for a laugh, so I held on tight.  She did it again, but I didn’t feel like opening.  Oh, the faces she made!  It was hysterical!  Gloria insisted that I open up.  She always spoils my fun.

            Later, Allyson came out of the classroom.  She put the combination in and pulled on the handle.  I looked down at my lock and realized that a paper was jammed.  I pushed hard, but I couldn’t open.  Glo started yelling at me to open, but she didn’t understand.  I could not open the door!  I had to explain to her that the paper was keeping me shut.  Then Glo saved the day.  She collapsed.  When she fell, the paper fell.  I flung open quickly- we were saved!  But Gloria’s never been the same since she scratched her paint.

            Now I always listen to Glo.

Heather

            Hi!  My name is Bloo, and I am owned by a girl named Hannah.  Every day, well almost every day, I go to school on her back, guarding her from shoving, furious people!  I go to school with her, with really heavy stuff inside of me. 

            Ohh!  The two most horrible things I hate the most is when she slams me on the ground because I am too heavy.  But I am not fat!  Not fat at all!  And then the second is when she puts me in that dark, damp, scary box along with other books.  And that cold, damp, dark, scary box only has five tiny holes to breathe out of!

            But then after a couple of hours (or a lot of hours), she comes and pulls me out of that rectangular box.  But when we go home, I hear her say, “I hate that bookbag!”  I don’t know why, I really don’t know why?  I think it because I hurt her shoulders, because all she ever does when I am on her back is pull on my arm to relieve her aching shoulders!

            After a couple of years or so, I begin to get very dirty.  So Hannah started going to the store.  I don’t know what store to be exact.  But one day I heard Hannah’s mother say, “Come on Hannah!  If you want to go look for a new bookbag, then come on!”  Right then and there, I knew my time was over!  But when she came home, she was empty handed!  I was so happy!  But in my heart, I still knew that the chase for a new bookbag wasn’t over.

            The next day, we still went to school, but Hannah was still tugging at my arms, talking about how her shoulders hurt.  Try someone tugging and tugging at your arms non-stop!  But when we got home, I saw… I saw… there was a new B OOK BAG!  And it had no straps to put on your shoulders.  All you could do was pull it with this stick attached to it.  So the next day, Hannah went to school with that stupid NEW bookbag!

            So when she got back from school, she DIDN’T say to the new bookbag, “I hate you!”.  But she says it to me.  That’s not fair.  That’s not fair at all.  So after a couple of months or so, I began to feel something nibbling at me.  It was a mouse!  A mouse was nibbling at me!

            When Hannah finally got me out of storage, she saw a huge hole right on my arm.  So she began to stick her finger in the hole, and it tore me in two!  So there you go, my sweet life with Hannah was over!

Luckee

            Hi my name is Tim, short for Timberline, and my matches name is Jim the Tim.  Right now, Jim and I are sitting on the top shelf of little Joe’s closet.  I am messed us from Joe playing in me too much!  My tongue is ripped, my shoestrings are almost unraveled, and the bottom of me is coming apart.  I have been sitting up here in this lonely closet for almost four months now.  You want to hear my story?

            Okay, it all started when Jim and I were being made at the factory.  I can remember the leathery smell and how the machines made a loud BANG when they came down on top of us.  Anyway, a couple days after that we were sent down to Foot Locker to be displayed.  When we got there, days and days passed until we were bought.  On that day, a little boy, Joe, was pointing at us.  After seeing that, a woman picked us up and sat us back down (like mostly everyone else had).  He begged his mom to buy us and guess what?  She did.

            One we got to his house, we felt safe and loved.  For the first week he showed us off at school and everyone gave him compliments.  “Joe, those are the coolest shoes I have ever seen.”  “Wow, where’d you get those from?”

            I was amazed, as we sat comfortably on his small feet, how many compliments we got.  But as time passed, he began to play roughly with us.  I had to get glued and patched up about six times!

            But then Jim got a hole in him, and wasn’t able to be worn anymore.  He said his last good-byes.  “Bye Tim, I will see you (cough, cough) later, I hope.”

            Then he was gone.  Ever since then, Jim and I have still been sitting on this shelf.  My favorite time with him was when Joe would wise up and put something inside us so we could smell good.

Wilbert – “Mr. Air Forces & Ms. Fila”

            Hi, my name is Air Forces.  I am a shoe that is very popular in many states.  Well anyways, I want to talk and tell you about my lifestyle with my owner.  Also, the things I have went through with my owner. 

            My first year with my owner was great.  He would take me places and show me off to his friends.  He one day lost me- I was so made, and while I was in the closet I got dirty and even started to stink.  When I turned my eye I saw some of his stinky drawers.  They smelled like sweat and mud put together.

            Two years later, my owner got some new shoes.  The owner’s mom was talking to my owner when she said, “The shoes are called Filas.”  When he came upstairs, I saw these beautiful Filas my owner’s mom was talking about.  They were really beautiful shoes.  When my owner put the Filas in the closet I approached the shoes.  Next thing you know, we were talking all night.

            The next morning we got married in the closet.  I was hopeful that my owner would learn the closet so me and my wife would have a great marriage.  Suddenly one day my owner’s mom threw my wife in the trash.  So then my owner grabbed her back out.  Then as I was about the approach my wife she said, “I don’t ever want to see your face again.  Don’t talk to me.”  When I read those words, I started to cry harder than hellstorms.

            From that day on my owner forgot all about me and started to wear the Filas.  It’s okay because he keeps me clean.  He also took me to special occasions like parties so he could match what he was wearing.  I’m officially retired with a good shoe life.

Whitney

            Hi, my name is Jazmyne.  I am very important to a girl named Whitney.  She received me as a birthday gift.  She named me “Journal” but often calls me Diary.  That’s ok with me.

            Most of the day I just lay in the headboard of Whitney’s bed, unless her grandmother comes and looks through me.  I loved it when Whitney came home.  She would lie down on her backpack on the floor, and just write in me about what good days she had at school.  She would tell me the assignments Sra. Garcia would give the class.  We had so much fun.

            When Whitney was ten, she would write in me about how kids would talk about her, pick on her.  It made both of us cry.  She once told me that she had only three friends- Brianna, Grace, and Annabelle. 

            One day, from school, Whitney brought home with her a friend for me.  Her name was PENeta.  We used to stay up and have slumber parties.  Whitney would write and write, and the three of us always had a fun time together, even on school nights.

Alberto – “Ray and Diana”

            I was made in China with my wife Diana.  Then we were shipped to Ohio.  We were put in a store with other shoes.  My wife and I were inseparable.  We were in a store called Foot Locker. 

            One day a woman came in.  Her name was Maria, and we went with her.  We were not for her to use, we were for her son, Antonio.  Antonio used us for more than a year.  My wife and I had other neighbors, and we got wet sometimes, and my wife would say, “Don’t worry Ray, it isn’t like a wash will hurt you.”  But when Antonio used us for indoor soccer, it stank inside us.

            My wife and I loved Antonio.  One day Antonio went for new shoes and we went with him.  He got a new pair of shoes called Jordans.  Still, I thought that Antonio was still going to use us, but he didn’t.  Then one day, he couldn’t find his Jordans so he did use us.  We went to a party and Antonio was supposed to sing but he was so nervous that he stomped and hurt me and Diana.

            Then one day we went to a soccer game and got drinks thrown on us.  That’s when we got home and Antonio washed us.  Then he scrubbed me so hard I felt like I was stepping in a pile of glass.  I went to bed after that and I found Antonio sleeping and I saw his Jordans.  I thought it would be a good idea to make myself more comfortable, but I couldn’t because of those Jordans.  Then I saw myself in a reflection and saw a logo that said “NikeAir” on me.

            The next morning, I was waking up and I saw Antonio with a hot towel and I thought he was going to wash the Jordans.  But he came towards me and Diana and started washing us.  I was hot and felt like ripping but I resisted.  Then I looked in a reflection and saw myself all clean.  I said to Diana, “Don’t worry, you won’t get burned.”  She replied, “Both of Antonio’s Jordans are ripped, and I feel sad for them.”  I saw Diana get up to go to the Jordans and I said, “Come back.”  She came back and said, “Ray, we need to help them, they need us.”  I said, “Fine, let’s go.”  Then we went up and helped them. 

Then one day Antonio used us and he was running in rocks with me and Diana.  Then Diana got ripped so badly she was a goner.  She had no chance.  As Antonio got older he never used us again.  He kept me as a lucky charm so I admire him for that.  Then I learned that you have to be happy even by yourself.

Khourey – “Mr. Under and Ms. Under”

            Finally, I met my soulmate, my future wife, Ms. Under.  My name is Mr. Under, and I was taken from my family and sent to a big place, the WalMart Supercenter Store.  I am a proud Underwear, and I can’t wait for me and my sugarbun, Ms. Under, to get sold.

            One day when Ms. Under and I were talking about who we might end up with, a boy named Khourey picked me up.  I shouted, “No, take both of us!” but I forgot that humans couldn’t hear me.  Then, thanks to his mom, who told Khourey to get two pairs, because he then picked my wife up.  I was so happy that we were united.  We were then put in a little bag on the counter.  I guess the thing that kept going “Ring, Ring” rang us up.  When we got to Khourey’s house, the first thing he did was put us both in the dresser.  My wife said, “It’s nice living here.”  At that exact moment, something bad happened. A huge animal barked and I think I must have pulled a string off me, because that thing was tearing apart one of our new neighbors!

            My wife and I were happy that we weren’t in the basement, because some of our neighbors said that’s where the big animal always tears things up.  That’s also why Khourey buys another pair of underwear each month.  The animal was known to be Max the “Horrible Dog”. 

One day Khourey wore me to school.  When he played football at recess, I got sweaty, then after school got even sweatier.  Then after that, Khourey had football practice.  He got me muddy, sweaty and I almost caught a cold when he played in the snow.  When we got home he took a shower and put me in a big closet called ‘the hamper’.  There were so many other clothes I didn’t know, like socks, t-shirts, pants, and long johns.  I made lots of new friends during my time in the hamper.  I was kind of feeling sad because my wife was upstairs.  Suddenly, I was hurt by getting thrown downstairs into the basement.  It was scary.  It was dark.  Then the ‘horrible dog’ came running down the stairs with his huge claws.  I almost got cut, but I didn’t.  I was then put into the washer where I twirled around in circles and got smashed by the heavy clothes.

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