One Tear Closer To An Ocean

“I really don’t know what to write for my English assessment” I sighed, stretching my pale, thin arms across the table, my eyes glued to the white expanse of paper which lay in front of me.
“I dunno… how ‘bout something to do with umm… death- maybe? Yeah, I think you’d be good at that Pan…” Willow murmured, face hidden by the long black locks which fell around her bowed face.
“Is that s’posed to be a compliment?” I questioned grinning, but also wondering why she would say that. My comment was ignored so I settled down in preparation for a long essay, which would leave my fingers quaking and my feet begging to be included in the circulation of my blood.
I thought; I scribbled something onto the paper. I released more ink onto the blank landscape forming more words. More and more poured out, and then suddenly I was done so I smiled.
Little did I know then, that story would dictate my life…