Some people say that erasers are the best objects to ever be created. Some say that erasers are even better than pencils. And some say that… erasers die from human mistakes. We do not DIE we become smaller pieces. Now that we’ve got that straight I can tell you about myself. I am white with rainbow hair. Yes, you’ve guessed it, I am a corny little unicorn eraser. I bet your thinking my life would be pretty dull. (DULL- get it XD) but when I am not being used I live in the world of inanimate objects. It is an easy life in eraser town, where I happen to be ranked as a two, thank you. We each have little stone and wood huts. Inside are beds, tables, chairs, and even TVs! The huts are lined up all the way to the ring of shops that surround the lovely fountain at the center of our town. My best buddy is the governor of our town, he is a number one. We here are ranked by numbers one being the rulers and governors, six being servants. I am a two, meaning I am a well used eraser. When the work is done us erasers head to the town center for dances and festivals. In the day we watch over the humans and fix their mistakes. I live, in the daytime, in the house of a six year old. Her name is Doty. Doty likes to draw… a lot. How am I we’ll used, you ask? Because Doty feels the need to ERASE EVERYTHING SHE DRAWS! In the human world, I probably look like a grey blob to anyone who sees me. Doty’s mother and father avoid me, because I used to have the scent of cupcakes, but now the scent is mixed with pencil. That is why I’ve decided to make a petition called: ‘We are not mistakes, we are hero’s.’ I will get all the erasers to sign it and then we can stop over worked erasers! Help sign it today!

If you walk into my house, the first two doors you see will have a door knob. One door leads to a closet, the other a bathroom. I will describe the bathroom doorknob. The doorknob has a black coating on it, though it is starting to chip. It’s a simple doorknob with no designs on it. The white door it is attached to is usually open. The scent of it varies, depending on the current soap being used. Some days you may find it slightly damp, others dripping with water, and on a good day, you would find it perfectly dry and shining after a recent wipe from a cloth. If it hasn’t been washed for awhile you will find little fingerprints on it. It will have specks of dust and smudges running across it. It’s twin on the other side of the door has a lock where the front would have a keyhole. You can always here a scraping sound when the lock turns to give the person privacy. Sometimes you can see a bit of crayon or glue on the doorknob because of the crafty kids in the house. The doorknob matches every other doorknob on the first floor, excluding fingerprints and such. The doorknob is needing new screws, but that doesn’t matter, as long as it works. The doorknob may look cheap, or insignificant, but it is the most used doorknob in the whole house. Never ever judge a book by its cover.

The three sectors fight an everlasting battle. Cookies and cream attack from the north, Strawberry from the east, and Chocolate from the south. Each fight to claim the west, but the battle seems endless. The cookies and cream have the advantage of creativity and technology. The strawberries have the advantage of size. Chocolate has the advantage of strength.
Cookies and cream
The war is really harsh here. Those of us with working limbs go to factories to craft weapons and technology, the others sit in offices trying to create prototypes for new weapons. The strong men go out to battle. Most don’t survive. With it being autumn now we know what’s going to happen. Those with nimble fingers have already begun crafting coats and blankets for the harsh winter ahead of us. Children in school are taught only math, science, and geography, and in their spare time they craft bullets for pellet guns. Pellet guns are used to train male high schoolers for war. Those who can spend all their free time with their family, saying their goodbyes. Nobody returns from war. Never. So when 19 year old Quinton Clemt returns everyone is surprised. It was near impossible for the Clemt family to believe. His younger sister was always in awe at the arm that had been lost to war. He was her hero. If only she knew the number of people he had killed.
Strawberry
The city of the east is massive. Towering skyscrapers filled with people just the size. It was massive at least. The cookies and cream shot a massive explosion into our capital, wrecking everything. Everyone is set on getting the new territory to rebuild. Is rebuilding worth losing half the population, though? Every citizen wrestles with the thoughts every night, but each waits, faithful to their leader. They need a treaty, they all know it, but more than that, they need a new ruler. They need someone to step up. Sophie Dashen contemplated every night, weighing the highs and the lows, and trying to figure out how.
Chocolate
Chocolate is a boot camp for everyone old enough. Starting at age 5 and forward you train to be a soldier. The environments are harsh, whether it's sleeping out in the rain or training all day. The training was set up in a ring, the office in the middle bunk rooms on either side of that, washrooms on either side of that, and a kitchen on one side, mess hall on the other. At age 18 if you don't have kids you're shipped off to war. Each person is required to serve 6 years of service. The soldiers can be heard marching to the west all day, everyday. Many soldiers die on the trip to, and no one makes it back…