Goodbye, Earth

The gluestick flew out of the room. Or should I say, I flew out of the room. I'm a flying gluestick. I was manufactured in Neptune. It's very cold there and I don't advise you go there for a holiday. Anyway, back to that day. I was waiting patiently to be used, looking around the strange classroom. I mean, who puts writing on their wall? People these days.
Suddenly I saw a boy dig his finger into his nose secretly, thinking that no one was looking. Disgusting humans. Oh no. The boy is reaching out for me, with the hand he stuck up his nose. I had to get out of there. Hmm. I haven't flown for AGES. It could be good exercise. I have to make up my mind quick. The boy is almost touching me with those grubby fingers...
In one smooth movement, I spread my wings and took flight. Ah. It felt good looking at those gaping faces of ignorant children as I flew gracefully out the door...
OW.
I flew headfirst into the doorway. I picked myself up hurriedly off the floor. That was so not professional. Flying out of the small school, I wondered where to go next. I saw a red truck coming towards me. I flew straight up, narrowly avoiding the red front of the vehicle. I was high up in the sky and I was free at last from the polluted earth below me...
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flying pen shooting up past me. Wait. A FLYING PEN? I'll have to go talk to her.

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