Cuento narrativo de el Lapicero (Ingles)

History of my loss. (English)

A day like today, but the month of August, arrived at the school and sat on my bench with nothing to do, but then start the class of Reading and Writing Workshop (TLR) in which we had to write what teacher was teaching us, then I took my pen and began to look for the three pens I always use for writing, a pen with red ink, a pen with Blue ink and pen with Black ink, but after much looking for 2 minutes I do not find my black pen and had to write with my pen Red and Blue, thinking that in the next module seek the missing pen.

Completing the module of T.L.R., I corresponded the Mathematics module in which desperately seek my pen in my backpack but i do not found a trace of him, I completely refused to think that I had lost, somewhere should be. Then I wondered if someone had taken it off and was already occupied, then ask them to some classmates in my classroom if someone had grabbed him by mistake, by describing the look of this: - "It is a pen of Papper Mate brand with triangular and transparent manner consisting of little black ink and has a crack on the tip "- but all refused to have seen it or have it. 

I do not why I felt remorse for accepting that I had lost my pen, I felt really bad at the time, and so I had to spend all day typing only with my ink pen Blue and Red. 


Accepting the fact that I lost my black pen, after I get back to my home and arrange my things and I start to do my homework.

In the afternoon my brother came from school and began to do his homework, then I realized that his pen was in my pen and I was happy that at last I had found what I was looking for. 


The next day I arrived at school, and normally as always I began to write in my notebook with the help of my three pens, one with red ink, one blue ink and that much was looking for, my black ink pen. I think that I attachment to much to the material things.