Lina Wu De ChecoThe Ugly Pencilone sunny day, a lonely little boy was walking in the streets. He wassad because his best friend had moved to another city far away. Whilehe was walking, he began to imagine how much fun he could be having withhis friend at the beach. They could swim in the salty water or draw picturesin the wet sand. “Oh, how wonderful it is!” the little boy said. Suddenly, hisimaginary moment was interrupted by a slip. He slipped on a pencil. He was soangry because first, the slip disturbed his dream; and second, he slipped on apencil. “Can you imagine? I slipped on a pencil!” the bothered boy said.He took the pencil in his hand, looking at it for a while. “Oh, this pencilis so ugly!” the boy said. The poor pencil felt so bad because it was scratched,almost with no color, its head was broken, and it had listened to the discontentfrom the child. The little boy was ready to throw it into the garbage, when thepencil said, “Oh no! Don’t throw me away. I don’t want to share with smellystuff, and I don’t want to spend the rest <strong>of</strong> my life in a trash can. I am notpretty, but I can be useful.”The little boy asked, “Oh yes? Really?”“Yes!” the pencil said. “With me, lovers have written the most romanticletters in the world, doctors have made prescriptions for curing sick people, astudent wrote a speech on graduation day, a daughter abroad wrote her feelingTelling Tales65lina wu de checo‘Oh no! Don’t throw me away. . . .I am not pretty, but I can be useful.’<strong>of</strong> happiness to her parent, a neighbor . . .” The pencil seemed to give a lecture<strong>of</strong> its wonderful uses, but the boy became impatient.“Stop!” the boy yelled. “You don’t even have a point. Your end is dull. I
cannot use you!”The worried pencil argued, “Yes, you can. Put me in a sharpener andI’ll have a sharp point.”That gave the boy an idea, and he said, “I’m going to write a letter to myfriend; maybe he can visit me, and we can go to the beach together.”The boy was happy, thinking what to write to his friend. Then he putthe pencil into his pocket, and the pencil was so relieved it lay comfortably inthe boy’s s<strong>of</strong>t pocket.lina wu de checo Telling Tales66Born in the Dominican Republic 27 years ago, Lina Wu De Checo had livedin <strong>New</strong> <strong>York</strong> for only five months when she wrote “The Ugly Pencil.” A civilengineer in her native country, she is now a student <strong>of</strong> Wendy Wen at the <strong>New</strong><strong>York</strong> City Department <strong>of</strong> Education’s <strong>School</strong> 2 <strong>of</strong> OACE. Lina Wu De Checosays, “I think life without struggle is not worthwhile.”
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amanda rodriguez An Angel Without W
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khady gueye The Best Job I Have Eve
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IntroductionNext year, for the 10th
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