EJ stared blankly at his notebook. The thin blue lines seemed to be separated by endless gulfs of emptiness. The paper itself anxiously waited for him to demonstrate the ability to develop a storyline. The teacher waited. They all did. Today was different, rather than inspire, the blank pages seemed to incapacitate. EJ knew that if he did come up with something fast, it would solidify what everyone had been saying. He didn’t belong here.