Writing Starter #51

The magical wand was my new best friend.  He talked to me at night, night, night, and day.  In the evenings we would chat.  In the mornings we would play.  He told me to read the rules:  rulebook.  I didn't want to read it though, didn't have the time.  Didn't want to spend the time so I didn't read it.  Instead we played, me and the wand, we would play.  But then one day he was gone:  magic wand.  He was gone because I didn't read the rules, didn't want to I didn't have the time, so I didn't read the book, so he was gone, gone, gone.