[ WP ] Portray a normal scene with unbearable amounts of emotion . Make the reader cry .

The boy shoved his hand into his desk, searching amidst gum wrappers and bent staples, until his hand closed around the stubby pencil he'd been looking for. 
 
 He held it point up as he walked across the room, his slimy fingers gripping it hard as though it may escape. 
 
 If only it could escape. 
 
 The pencil is grasped where there used to be an eraser, now rubbed off and consisting only of a black smudge. 
 
 The pencil is shoved, with all the might of a 9-year-old boy, into the hole of the pencil sharpener. 
 
 It's an old-fashioned sharpener, one cranked by hand, and the class is waiting for the boy to finish. 
 
 If pencils had eyes, this one would have had his shut tightly. The pencil was shoved too hard against the sharpener, the tip breaking more, and the blade begins to turn, slowly at first and then with more force after a word from the teacher, waiting on the boy. 
 
 The blade makes its rotations, around and around, grinding away imperfections and then some perceptions, pencil-skin falling to the trash bin below. 
 
 The pencil is cut too short- the blade hits the metal that used to hold the eraser and tears the edge. 
 
 The grinding stops. 
 
 A classmate offers the boy another pencil, and he drops the old one, meaning for it to fall in the trash bin but missing. 
 
 The ragged, torn pencil rolls under the bookcase, doomed to lie between a dust bunny and an un-capped Expo marker until the school year is over. 
 
 It is all alone, and school wo n't be ending for 8 long months.
