Writers Block

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I’m sorry for deserting you for almost an entire month now, it’s been Christmas so we’ve all been busy. Anyway, I had a bad case of writer’s block. My dad suggested to just write a story about having writers block then so that's what I did. I hope you enjoy it. 

 

Horrible Miss Reed tapped her watch and gave me an icy and intimidating look. I sighed, staring at the blank page in front of me while the clock sharply ticked by.

 

I was in detention and was missing my lunch time which was why Miss Reed was making me write an essay. She didn’t even give me a topic which somehow made it harder. 

“Come on child, we haven’t got all day!” she remarked with her pointy nose held high in the air like the blade of a sword ready for battle.

 

“But… Miss, I’ve got writer’s blo…”

 

“NO BUTS! Get on with it!” she roared, banging her fist on the desk, making it shake like there was an Earthquake.

 

I sighed and scrunched up my face, stabbing the page with my pen. But just then, out of nowhere, I heard paws trampling the freshly cut grass and a dog leapt through the wide open window.

 

It had a beautiful, glossy coat – the colour of chestnuts – and her long tongue hung carelessly out of her mouth as she panted.

 

She launched herself onto Miss Reed making her shriek and spill scorching hot tea all over herself! She then attempted to swat the dog away like it was a fly. I stifled my laughter as I watched what is commonly known as karma unfold before my eyes.

 

I knew this dog well. It was Ruby, my neighbour’s Red setter who was constantly breaking free and roaming unaccompanied through the town. She teared through the classroom, causing a mess in every place her foot touched. She leapt over desks and raced over to me. I was greeted with a shower of fond kisses and my laughter echoed through the NNB quiet corridors.

 

“WHERE ON EARTH did this animal come from?” screeched a dishevelled Miss Reed, placing her glasses neatly back on her nose.

 

I scratched Ruby behind the ears as I knew it was her favourite spot to be tickled. I knew exactly what to write about now, my writers block was cured. What a story to tell! I cupped my hands and whispered in the ear of my four–legged friend: “You really are a great doctor, thanks!”

 

Soon she was returned to her owner (who must have been pretty careless to just forget about an animal this big and crazy) and Ruby clumsily trotted back home with her red coat blowing around in the breeze.

 

I handed my work in with a beaming smile and watched as Miss Reed’s eyes darted across the page like she was watching a tennis match.

 

As she looked up at me with her beady eyes, I was finally released and I ran out of the classroom to fill in my friends on the chaotic lunch time.