Chapter 2

The boy sits at his desk, staring down at his paper

He rests his head in one hand, a pen in the other

The day dwindles to its end, light passing through the misted window panes began to dim

He sighs, stuck at a wall he knows all too well

His eyes bore through the page, as if words will fade onto the page without his pen crafting them onto the blue lines

His face suddenly lifts, thoughtful now

He sits up, scrawling at the top of the page Chapter 2

He hesitates; self criticism, lack of self esteem, trying to hold him back

He shakes it away, and begins to write