they were shaped like pencils. blue, with a white line along each edge.
their erasers were so coarse they would rip the paper when you tried to use them.
there were 12 in a box. the box was sitting on a table in the classroom.
i was in the room by myself and i took the box.
i didn't want the pens. i don't know why i took the box.
i set it on the windowsill in my bedroom.
my dad saw it, and asked where i got it.
i hadn't thought about that inevitable question.
i wasn't prepared to have to lie.
"at school" i said.
the next day we were in the principal's office.