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He stared at the blank page, almost emotionless but with despair in his eyes. He could think of nothing to write, and the paper was due for the first class of the day. He began pacing to and fro like an animal trapped in a steel cage. The clock ticked on, mocking him with every glance. His breath was heavy, his heart was a beating drum, and his bones were rubber. He sat down unable to hold himself against the meekness of gravity. His mind raced through every available thought but found nothing of use. The paper, the clock, even his own mind were all against him. The pressure was eating away at his every idea. With every word there was rejection. The words seemed to be laughing at him with their inadequacy. He couldn’t rely on such words.
All seemed lost. His hands clenched and squirmed about. His legs twitched and shook; he shifted all around to the corners of his seat. He pulled at his hair and clamored for the paper and even the universe itself to disappear. Why was the entire world against him?
The room was getting smaller, the buzz of light was driving him mad, and the chair kept creaking every time he moved. Why wouldn’t it all just shut up and leave him alone? He looked at the clock; the bus came in ten minutes. The room started spinning. What was he going to do? He attacked the paper with the least stupid idea he had thought of, breaking his pencil. The pencil collided with the wall, the floor thundered beneath his feet, and the door crashed to a close behind him. His bellows charged through the air and hit their victims like fire to the ears. The cat shrieked and ran to the basement and his mother ran out thinking he was in danger. That was it! He knew what to write! 6:49AM, he had one minute to make it to the bus.