My mum gave me some money and she told me to buy something to use at school. I bought a pen. Then I went to school and the teacher gave us a lot of work to do. I was sad and then I started to write with the pen. It wrote all the classwork on its own. I was over the moon with joy.
It is black and white. The pen writes beautifully. Once, my mum was washing the plates. I crept into the room and then, I ran. My mum wanted to know what I was doing. I just told her that I was playing. But in reality, my pen was writing.
I use my magic pen to do all my homework. I love my magic pen because I’m relaxed while the magic pen works for me.