"why do you write like you're running out of time"
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THE HALLWAYS OF MIDTOWN SCIENCE HIGH SCHOOL WERE FULL OF STUDENTS WALKING TO CLASS, TALKING TO FRIENDS, AND GETTING BOOKS FROM THEIR LOCKERS. Willa stood in front of her locker, waiting for her "siblings". They were some of the only people she talked to. Willa was a naturally distant and reserved person, and many of the students at Midtown were not. She found it difficult to make friends, but at the same time, she didn't feel deserving of friends.
Her gaze shifted to the floor. After a moment, she decided to get her books and go to class alone. She shouldn't have waited for them. After all, they had other friends.
She entered her English class and sat down in her assigned seat by the window in the second to last row. Her mind wandered as she thought about how people constantly let her down. The bell rang, signaling the start of class. She sighed and opened her spiral notebook.
"Alright, class, today we are going to be doing something a little different." The teacher began. "We are going to have a writing assignment, but I'm not going to give you a prompt. You are going to choose your own topic. Write about what you connect with, how you feel, a problem in the world that you feel you relate to or want to solve. I don't care. But be passionate. This assignment is different because I'm letting you write about what matters to you, or what you are like." People began whispering amongst themselves about what they would write about. Willa looked out the window and thought about the assignment. "You have two days to write it in class, and it must be two pages long. I will allow you to work on it at home if you would like." Willa let out a sigh of relief. She hated having timed writes and despite the fact that she hated homework, she hated when she couldn't work on a writing assignment at home. "You may begin brainstorming now. Remember, this is an individual assignment. Not a partner or group one." The teacher finished, while looking pointedly at a few students. "Any questions?" A few people raised their hands.
"Do we have to write it in third person?" Someone asked.
"Write it however you want. Third, first, second even, I don't care." She responded. A few people asked about their topics, then the room was silent.
