Here I am. Sitting in this classroom with nothing to write about. While everyone else seems to have picked a topic, I am lost. Haunted by a blinking cursor. Marking my cluelessness and confusion. After 30 minutes, I still sit in front of a blank page.

I can’t find the right “inspiration” for a story that can be summed up in 7 pages so that it can be considered a short story. Something with a rise and a fall and an actual climax and a plot. Nope. Nothing comes to mind. Just a white blank page with a heading and a missing name on it. My head fills with ideas but at the same time it’s empty and I can’t figure out how to put something on paper to make it a story.

The teacher asked what we were writing about before lunch. Told us to turn in a short plot summary about our story. I turned in a short plot summary of my favorite book. He only looked at it for a while. Not long enough to notice. I doubt he knows that story anyway so I guess it doesn't matter. I just needed him to approve me getting a computer.

So now I sit here with the worst case of Writer’s Block. A thick book of short stories by F.Scott Fitzgerald freshly checked out of the library during lunch in my backpack along with a book on Art History that I can’t even begin to tell you why I checked out. I thought maybe I can pull inspiration from there. Maybe I’ll see a sentence or a word and BAM. A tidal wave of thought will come flooding in. Connecting and forming dendrites in my brain and I will type and write and make a beautiful creative piece of writing. But not now. Not this class period. Today, I am just hiding behind this computer screen. Waiting on a bell that doesn't ring for another hour.