My sister has a pen. Not just any old pen, but a clicking pen. I just hated it. Not only did it make that horrible noise, but it was really ugly. I don't know why she likes it. She uses it all the time for everything that she writes. In fact, she gets yelled at a lot in school for using it when she should be using pencil. What makes it even worse, is that she loves writing, and she loves that horrible clicking noise. She even takes it to bed and clicks it in her sleep. I don't know how she does it, but believe me, she does.
One time, I had homework to do, and I lost my pencil, so she says, "Do you want to use my pen?"
I said, "No, I need a pencil. This is math homework." I wanted so badly to just pour out all of my hate for that pen to her right then and there, but I didn't. Sometimes she had contests with my other sister to see who can click it the fastest in one minute. That was the worst of all. I wished that it would just suddenly disappear and never come back so I would never see or hear it ever again. That gives me an idea. I can steal that pen and hide it somewhere and be rid of it forever. I was going to do it tonight.
I was sitting in my bed, reading a book and glancing at the clock every now and then to see what time it was. The fifth time I looked up, it read nine o'clock pm. It was time. I got up out of bed and walked into my sister's room. I opened the door very quietly so I wouldn't wake her up.
Then, I made the mistake of coughing, and she said, "Who's there?" I didn't make a sound. It was dead silent. She wasn't even clicking that stupid pen. I waited for about two minutes until she fell asleep again and that clicking started.
I quietly walked over with a pencil in my hand. I carefully took that pen out of her hands and replaced it with my pencil. Then I walked out of there and back to my own room. I had to hide it somewhere so that it couldn't be found. Then I remembered the loose floorboard, so I hid it there. Then I climbed into bed and fell asleep.
The next morning, all we heard was my sister's complaining that she can't find her pen. My mom said that it has to be around here somewhere, and that she probably just overlooked it. They're never going to find it.
My other sister must have been suspicious of me, because she asked me, "did you take her pen?" I told her that I didn't take it, and I told her to look anywhere. I walked back to my room and started reading my book. Then I started hearing a clicking sound. They couldn't have possibly found it, could they? No, that wasn't possible. My sisters would've tackled me by now if that was true.
Yet, the sound did not go away. It kept getting louder. I covered my ears. I couldn't take it anymore. I took the pen back out and ran into the living room where my mom and sisters were sitting.
"Here it is!" I shouted. "I took it! I just can't take the clicking of this hideous pen any longer!" I gave the pen to my sister and ran to my room, slamming the door.
