20 October, 2019
I come in different colours and sizes. I have lots of friends, big and small. Everyone uses me to write. Schoolchildren love me and they write beautifully using me. I am very important to them.
But the sad news is, when I cannot write and I become small, they put me into the dustbin. Children put me into a case and take me to school. I am a pencil.
Kushani Kawishka Kumari Hiddage,
Grade 7,
Nugawela Central College, Nugawela.