In the palm of my hand is a small, sharp, and dark, little thing. It could be an alien transmitter like I saw in that X-Files episode except those are inserted into the back of the unsuspecting human's neck while this is in my hand. It could be a fang from an animal which attacked me before I vanquished it with my other hand. It could be a pricker from a rose.

But it isn't. It's pencil lead. It all happened when I finished sharpening a pencil in my electric pencil sharpener in middle school. Those sharpeners really do the job and at the time I was into having the point of the pencil be supremely sharp so you can imagine the lead point. Feeling successful I walked out of my room and turned into the hall when my dad popped out of nowhere wanting to know why I hadn't taken out the garbage and startled my poor soul thereby causing me to drop my ever-so-sharp pencil. Yet I was no clumsy fool and using my ninja cat reflexes I reached down and caught the item but in doing so caused it to stab into my palm. I held up my hand, complete with pencil dangling and asked my dad what to do. He pulled it out and the lead remained lodged within my epidermis ever since.

- Mr. Knight