Week Two of my Short Story Challenge

 The White Colored Pencil          By: Everly

One day, a colored pencil sighed a great sigh. A sigh you can only make if you truly mean it. And he did. But why was he sighing? The answer was staring at him. He was looking in a mirror, at himself. “Whatever have I done to be born the most useless colored pencil in the world?” He asked himself. He was a white colored pencil, and he had never been used. Not once. Everybody else was used everyday; the blue pencil was used to create the most beautiful skies ever made, orange was used to make luxurious sunsets, and what was the white pencil used for? Nothing. 

He thought, and was pretty sure he knew, he was useless. But little did he know he was about to become very important.

That same day, a little girl, about the age of seven, sat in a chair. She was bored. She had drawn just about everything she could, skies, rainbows, cats, oceans, hamsters, dogs, and much more. But now, drawing those things was boring, she wanted something new. 

She slumped even further down the chair, so much so that she nearly went underneath the table she was sitting at. Her mom came into the room, “Emily (the little girl’s name), what’s the matter?”

“I’m bored.” Answered Emily.

“But why? There’s so much to do. Why don’t you draw something?” Said her mom.

“That’s just it, mom. I’ve drawn all there is to draw.”

“Ah. I see. Well, I knew this day would come, and I have just the thing for you.” Emily stared at her mom with her eyebrow raised. 

Emily’s mom walked over to a bin. This bin was where the colored pencils lived. She took out one pencil, one pencil that would make a difference. 

It was white. 

The colored pencil was just as confused as Emily. After all, what could he do? 

“We are going to make invisible art.” Said Emily’s mom. 

More confusion. 

Emily’s mom took some paper, a handful of colored pencils, and the white pencil. She began to draw with the white pencil. It was an odd feeling for the white pencil. A feeling he had never felt before. It felt like life was pouring out of  the top of his head, and it gradually made him happier and happier. 

However, Emily was still confused. She was confused until her mom began to color over the white with the colored pencils. The little heart that her mom had drawn, now appeared on the paper. Just like the white pencil’s heart appeared when he no longer thought he was useless. Emily very much enjoyed the art that her mom had made, and she decided to try it herself. She drew the letters: T-H-A-N-K-S  W-H-I-T-E  P-E-N-C-I-L  F-O-R  T-H-I-S  A-R-T.

And then she kissed the white pencil and hugged her mom. The white pencil nearly turned pink from all his blushing when he was kissed. The white pencil now felt very happy, and glad that he was a white pencil; for he realized that, even the least important pencil is important.