Task 4
POV of a marker.
If only I have the ability to scream, I would have done so long ago.Everytime this human being which is also known as a teacher uses me, he would often press my face against the whiteboard.It hurts and only I know how the feeling is. What do human beings call that feeling ? Pain, yes that is it.
That day, the class was being unnaturally noisy.Paper planes were thrown around in the classroom, students shouting at each other when talking even though both of them are just inches away. The teacher was using me to write a problem sum on the whiteboard. The letters he wrote were seen by my purple ink.Every letter he wrote made me scream though no one could hear me.This was self-suffering for me.As the teacher was busy writing the question, a paper plane hit him on the back of his head.
The class was suddenly silent.Not a single sound was heard from the students.Only the sound of the fan broke the silence.The teacher asked which of his students had threw the paper plane at him.No one answered him.Those noisy students had become somebody as coward as a rat.I gave a sigh of relief because finally my misery is over.Finally I was given a break from all those writing.Suddenly, one of the students raised his hand.He admitted that he was the one who had threw the paper plane at the teacher.
Gripping his hand tightly around me, the teacher raised his arm.With full force, he threw me towards the boy.With a blink of an eye, my face hit the student’s shirt and soon after, I was on the ground.My purple ink splattered all over his white and neatly ironed shirt.There I am now, on the ground.This was more painful than having my face pressed against the whiteboard.I definitely do not like being thrown around.
The bell suddenly rang and all the students rushed out of the classroom.The lesson ended,finally.I was left alone in the dark and on the ground.Tomorrow will be nothing but yet another misery for me.This must be the fate for every whiteboard marker like me.

