I look up at the clock on the wall, watching as the seconds tick by. Any noise it makes is drowned out by the full classroom, but every second echoes through my skull.
I shake my head, turning back to face the blinking screen in front of me.
A moment that defines me. Well, that's an interesting question, but I don't have an interesting answer. I groan inwardly, growing more desperate. Scratch that. I don't have an answer at all.
As I stare down at the paper, the words start to blur together into a writhing grey mass. I blink, and the words are back, as lifeless and still as ever.
I glance around the room. Everybody else is writing something. I'm the only one who's page is still blank. You have to write something, anything. A sense of helplessness washes over me, and I stand up. I walk over to the teacher, one hand tugging on the other. I feel the eyes of every other person in the room locking onto me. They aren't looking. They don't care what you're doing. They don't care about you. I ask if I can go to the bathroom, and the teacher's only response is a nod. Her eyes don't shift from her computer screen.
Head down, I hurry to the bathroom, feeling my breathing get shorter with every step.
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Glitches in My Code
Short StoryThis is mostly short stories that I come up with. There might be romance, letters, sci-fi, fantasy, any combination of the aforementioned things and anything else I can't think of right now. I also use this "story" to experiment with different thing...
