The Fountain Pen

The Garage Sale

I love drawing, and I always have. I've wanted to be an artist ever since I was a little kid.
My parents, Lizzie (my younger sister) and I went to the grocery store. I didn't really want to go, but my parents wanted me to, so I did. When we were done, we were about 20 minutes away from our house (we live in a rural area, away from the city) when I saw a garage sale. I don't know why, but I have always loved garage sales. You can get good stuff there.
I asked my parents to stop. I could tell they weren't in a mood to look around, but they knew how much I liked garage sales, so they did.
"I'll only be a minute", I said.
"Can you get me a doll?" my sister asked. She's only 5.
"I'll see if they have any", I said.
I looked around, and I couldn't really find anything. I was about to give up when something caught my eye.
It was a fountain pen.
I know, it doesn't sound very exciting, but I was always running low on art materials.
I asked the garage sale manager how much it costed.
"Oh, I wouldn't buy that if I was you, young lady", the old man said.
"Why not?" I asked.
"It comes with terrible consequences", he said.
I was a little annoyed. I didn't have time for his crazy talk.
"How much does it cost?" I said again.
"It's free, but..."
I didn't let him finish. I didn't want to sit around and chat.
When I got in the car, Lizzie immediately asked about the doll.
I said I didn't see any, and she was disappointed.
When we got home, I immediately went to my room to test out my new pen.
It worked so well!
I decided to draw Chichi, my pet guinea pig. I got so into my drawing that I didn't realize what time it was.
11:45 PM! I better get to bed, I thought. I left my drawing on my desk, crawled into bed, and went right to sleep.