In class, I sit next to a girl who never can leave things alone. One day I was sitting in class copying down our homework off the board onto a piece of paper. The girl, Alysia, asks if she can use my pencil.
So I say, “No, I’m kind of using it right now. I don’t have anymore so why don’t you ask Brandon,” (he sits across from us)“for a pencil. He always has extras.”
So she sits there and does nothing for a while and I get back to my work. A few minutes later, I get up and go to the restroom. When I get back, she’s using my pencil.
I say, “Alysia, I need my pencil back now.”
She says, “Fine,” and throws the pencil onto my chair. So I pick it up, sit down and start working again. About 10 minutes later, the teacher calls me up to her desk to ask me a question about the school band that I’m in. Well, when I get back to my seat, guess what. . . yep, she was using my pencil!
“You need to get your own pencil,” and I take my pencil back.
Well, the next day, I bring a 2 extra mechanical pencils to class, just to see what happens. I put both into my binder. She has her own pencil that day. In the middle of the day, I go up to see Mrs. D, the gifted and talented director of our school, to get a new assignment for her. I didn’t take anything with me and when I got back to class, I put the paper she gave me into my binder and I notice 1 of the mechanical pencils is missing. At the end of the day, I notice Alysia is using a mechaical pencil to copy down the homework that looks exactly like the one I had at the beginning of the day.
I ask her, “Is that my pencil?”
“No, I brought it from home.” I saw the pencil she was using that morning sitting on top of her pile of folders and notebooks.
“What about the one you were using this morning? Why didn’t you use the one your using now for this morning?” I ask.
“Because. . .”
“You didn’t have that one this morning.” I finish for her.
“Well, this one was just sitting in the table so I thought I’d use it because my other one broke.”
I can see her pencil is prefectly fine and sharp so I said, “That’s my pencil and it was in my binder and the only way you could have gotten it was to get into my binder. Now can I please have it back. If you ask I’ll let you borrow it but not if you just take it.”
“Whatever,” she says and throws it at me.
She is SO annoying. Not only does she take my pencils without asking but she also plays with my books, papers and just about anything else she can get her hands on. She reminds me of a little nat, annoying and small(which she is, she’s the smallest one in our grade). I was thinking of caring a can of mace with me to school but I don’t think the teachers would be too happy with that. Anyone have any ideas to make her keep her hands to herself? I don’t think I can last much longer in this condition.
