The Purple Pen

The sound of the pen pressing against the board
I look and see my mom in the kitchen watching over me
then suddenly a hand comes and snatches the purple pen away
I realized it is my brother’s hand
I look down and see scattered markers
I stare and think to myself why didn’t he take one of those
but of course he chose mine
So I turned to him with a harsh expression
and said I will kill you with a kitchen knife
My four-year-old self just blurted it out like word-vomit
His shocked face       his shaking body
He dropped the pen, then there was
silence.

by Emma Walker 6th grade,
Seabury Hall