This is my first published work on here. Enjoy.
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The distant look in her eye and the lost look on her face; the tip tap of her pen against the paper, on which is supposed to be filled with creative words yet is still blank.
The thumping of her foot as a stared, not knowing what she wanted to put down.
Sounds of constructions, in the back, distracting her and the air from the fan lightly flicking her paper up; she sighed.
Again she checks money the time waiting until she can stop staring at the blank paper, wall, other kids, ext. Knowing it'd be a waste of paper if anything was to be written since she is not good, or creative.
Bored and done she decides the empty sheet shall stay that way until next time, maybe.
