My Special Object

It is as smooth as a river stone.
Shinier than a star.
The coolness of the metal and
the taste of the sweaty hands
that touched it.
It was given to me by my teacher
at the end of my primary school
years a gift that no other teacher
has given before.
It is an elegant lady with
poise and grace. A lady with a silver
necklace branded Parker.
My object is very much like
an arrow sharp and pointed. It is
an arrow that is fired, by the bow
of my hand. But it reveals no blood.
Only a dark dark line that follows
the object like a snake , lines that eventually form words
Yes, my object is a pacer.