have a delicate pencil-box, which my father bought for me on a business trip. I like it very much, regard it as my good friend, with its muscles.
I put my pencil-box carefully put my bag, let it go with me to school, together with me in class, listen to the teacher's words. After school, I again to take it home. It is my trusted friend, I often with it say my little secret, my misery.
I have a pencil-box, I love it forever
