When I was in the seventh grade I had a few close friends but was shy around many others. I spent a majority of my day sitting in silence and just watching the other children laugh and have fun together. One day after class my teacher pulled me aside and said,
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I immediately started doubting my abilities, and became very nervous. It was too late now, there was no way out of the room and the instructor had already began writing the prompt on the board. I silently read the board, “Write about a dramatic event that forever changed a family.” Fifteen minutes had gone by and I stared at my blank paper in disbelief. I had wasted one third of the allotted time and felt ashamed. Writer’s block was not uncommon for me. However, I had never had a time restriction before. I told myself that I needed to begin and the rest would come like natural. That is exactly what I did, I persevered and was able to submit a complete story.
“Keep your head held high” I was told as I walked out of the room with a frown on my face. I had successfully written a story that contained a beginning, middle, and end; but it was not a story that I was proud of. The dramatic event that I wrote about was a car crash and an infant female who died. I believed that the story was not creative enough and that the judges would not enjoy