She picked up the pen, then threw it down again.
She couldn’t think of anything to write.
Well, she could but nothing her english teacher wanted to hear in a short story. She could think of a lot of things to write now, stuff like her parents divorce, how kids teased her in school and how she hated the way people looked at her when she said her parents were living in separete houses.
But she guessed her english teacher didn’t want to hear about that. ” I don’t care” she thought, and picked up the pen again. She had a lot of things to put on the paper now.