[Teacher's story starter:]     Now, you might not think that life as an earring is very interesting. But it really does depend on from whose ear you dangle. Come closer and I'll tell you some of the things I've done, heard and seen in my life so far.  First, though, let me describe myself and my owner...

    I am a crystal sitting in a silver bed with a pin attached. My owner is a woman who has long, blond hair, and is forty years old. She has a ten-year old son. My owner only takes me off in the shower. Now, this is the story.

One day I was put down on the bed when I suddenly rolled onto the ground. When my owner noticed she quickly started looking for me. I called but she couldn't hear me, but she found me in the end.

The next day, I was replaced by a new gold earring, so I was jealous. When he was taken off, we went to have a fight. I took ahold of my pin and he did the same. I was able to give him some scratches, but he somehow gave me some, too.

In the end, when my owner came home, she was horrified. I saw her look for some paint, and she found some silver paint, and I remembered she only had silver paint, so, in the end, the gold earring was sold and I was the only earring she liked.

By Kan