I bought my special, sacred pen in Iceland. It looks like a key ring with a little key. It smells like ice and tastes like salt. I feels smooth like paper accept for the middle part which has eleven jewels an a heart with the Iceland flag on it. It is important to me because it reminds me of my journey to Iceland.
I keep my pen in a secret Zip in my Navy blue bag. In the future I will keep my pen in a blue shiny box with a lock in my bedroom. I will probably move back to India one day and then my pen will come with me, reminding me of the travels I have already made.
This story was contributed by a pupil of The British School in The Netherlands.