The Pen and Paper

The Pen and Paper: The Beginning

Alex's P.O.V
Have you ever seen that episode of Spongebob where Spongebob and Patrick find that pencil that brings to life everything they draw and thought "Hey that'd be fun I want that!" Well so did I. At least until it happened.
I found this pen lying on the floor in the back of my history class with a note that read: "This pen has brought great joy to people's lives, but also much pain and destruction. All who have written with this pen have suffered a terrible fate." Now I know what you're thinking, what kind of moron would take this pen after an ominous warning like that? Well, you see, the people in my seminar, which is in the same classroom as my history class, aren't exactly the brightest bunch, and are the exact kind of people that would pull this kind of stunt to scare someone. So, I saw no harm in it.
I should have known something was up when my history teacher saw it sitting on my desk; got all wide eyed and asked to see me after class. I was a little confused because I had done nothing wrong and this man is very hard to make nervous. When the bell rang, I stayed behind like he'd asked me to and he gave me a very similar warning to the note written on the pen.
"Where'd you find that pen?" he questioned
"I found it in the corner of the room back there."
"That pen was brought into this classroom seven years ago, by one of students. He was a particularly strange young man, but he had always seemed harmless so I didn't think anything of it. Until that fateful day. He was sitting at his desk writing what I had assumed were his missing annotations that were due at the beginning of class that he failed to finish, but from a quick glance at his paper, I realized it was something different. There were these symbols and writings all over his paper that appeared to be Arabic. He was also mumbling something that sounded along the lines of Latin. I glanced down at the young man's pen and saw that in the center a slight glow was emanating in the shape of one of the symbols on his paper. I knew I should have done something right then and there but I was a lot younger then and didn't have the experiences I do today. Whatever the boy did to that pen gave it incredible power. A power too great for even the wisest man in the world to wield; much less a boy. It should stay hidden and never be used."
I was so shocked by this monologue that I didn't know what else to say but, "Ok. But now that I'm aware of this, wouldn't that make me more responsible on how to use the pen?"
"Do whatever you wish but heed my warning: Never write anything with that pen you cannot control."
With that, I left his classroom and started heading down to art. I was late and didn't have a pass so I had to fork over five passes to avoid detention. I never did anything in art so I decided to experiment a little with the pen.