A curse.
Amanda asked today to see my favorite blue gel-ink pen. Although I didn't know why, she unscrewed it then rescrewed it. But as I banged it absentmindedly against my knee, I realized ink was spewing out onto my pants..which, I'm sure, my mom will be thrilled about. Though, worst of all, my favorite pen is dead, leaving my poetry a little weak. Gotta find a new pen, I guess...and I need a snack.