After Eddie accepted his fate, the fact that he would never again see his treasured black PaperMate Flair M pen, he refused to be kept back from enjoying his writing with the amazing PaperMate Flair M style of pen. Perhaps he thought several times of the harbinger passage in Isaiah, something like, I have lost my PaperMate Flair M pen, but I will purchase another package with more colors! (Mwahaha!) But it really wasn't like that.
Whether he thought it or not, the next morning he went into his College's book store, where they keep many other wonderful delights to the eyes, such as TI-30 and TI-84 Plus CE which was very costly. On the side of the bookstore, however, he found what he desired: the writing utensils. Joyously he searched through the multitude of accouterments for what he was after.
His eyes widened at the four pack in assorted colors of PaperMate Flair M pens, which was a full dollar and a half less than what they were selling at the extortionate office supply company. He thought to himself, perhaps that's why they call it OfficeMax.
Debating whether or not to spend another sum greater than five dollars to buy the much better deal of pens, he picked up the package of assorted colors and went to the counter. The transaction lasted less than a minute. Outside the book store, feeling very satisfied, he put his PaperMate Flair M pens (now in assorted colors) into his back pack and headed off to class.
Over the following days he felt that he had succeeded in finding the ideal pen for the next few months, if not longer before he found another superior tool. For now he would enjoy his new investment.
Days passed quickly, homework assignments were submitted, students were tutored, and life resumed some semblance of normality after the trauma of the missing black PaperMate Flair M pen. But this story took an unexpected turn on the following Wednesday.
He entered room SC 111 in the Science Center (clearly named after the letters before each of the room numbers) and proceeded to remove his back pack for the duration of the Lab that was to take place. But there on the instructor's desk was something that looked slightly familiar. It was indeed a black PaperMate Flair M pen. But alas, the TA was using it for his own devious schemes. Putting on the bravest face he could, Eddie walked to the instructor.
"Sir," he said, "I lost a flair pen like the one you are holding last week in lab, I was wondering if that was--"
The instructor was going to have none of such foolishness. He capped the pen and placed it in shirt pocked and gave Eddie a wicked stare. "What pen?" he said as if nothing had happened.
This wasn't good. His evil instructor's TA was now in control of a superior writing utensil, and the situation. Eddie took a step back and spent some time trying to figure out what to do in order to retrieve the ill gotten gains of the evil instructor's TA. No sooner than he began thinking, the instructor walked in. He took his place next to the evil instructor's TA where he would conduct the biology lab. Everyone in the class sat down and began to open their lab notebooks. Eddie was becoming exceedingly concerned about the evil instructor's TA's obviously nefarious plans. What could one so evil want with something so wonderful?
The evil instructor's TA walked to a shelf that had several glass canisters of chemicals. Suddenly, with a laugh that could curdle milk, he took the pen and smashed it on the counter top. Ink went all over his hands, and he grabbed several bottles of the chemicals, and proceeded to drench himself with them!
"Fools! All of you!" he said, laughing uncontrollably.
The instructor was confused by all this, and began yelling for all of the students to flee the lab as the evil instructor's TA's clothes began to rip as his body increased in size rapidly and turned a shade of gre--
Yeah, I'm kidding. Everything after paragraph 6 is just silly.
Starting at paragraph 6:
He entered room SC 111 in the Science Center (clearly named after the letters before each of the room numbers) and proceeded to remove his back pack for the duration of the Lab that was to take place. But there on the instructor's desk was something that looked slightly familiar. It was indeed a black PaperMate Flair M pen. A soft excitement rising in his head, he went over to the instructor, already present in the room.
"Excuse me, sir," he said as calmly as possible, "but last week I lost a PaperMate Flair pen like that one," he said, gesturing to the pen holder on the desk. "I'm wondering if that was is actually mine."
The instructor took it and handed it to Eddie, "well, it is now."
Eddie took it and left the unsmiling instructor to continue his preparations. At this point, Eddie had the feeling that one has after he finds a pen he had been missing for a week. It was a wonderful feeling.
This part wasn't so sad, but it was the second part to the first, so it must bear its predecessor's title for now.