I stared at the blank screen, trying to squeeze out some words for my essay. It was due in two hours and I had nothing. Nothing but a vague idea and a lot of frustration. I felt like giving up and going to bed, but I knew I couldn't. This was worth 30% of my grade and I couldn't afford to fail.
My roommate, Kelly, was sitting on a beanbag chair in the corner of our dorm room, watching me with amusement. She had finished her assignment days ago and had nothing better to do than to observe my struggle. She was a tall, slender girl with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She always wore trendy clothes and accessories, even when she was just lounging around. She looked like a model or a celebrity, and she knew it. She smiled at me with a mocking expression and said, "How's it going, champ? Need some help?"
I ignored her and tried to focus on my essay. I typed a few sentences, then deleted them. I couldn't find the right words to express my thoughts. I felt like I was running out of time and ideas. I wished Kelly would leave me alone and let me work in peace.
She didn't. She got up from her beanbag chair and walked over to my desk. She leaned over my shoulder and read what I had written. She laughed and said, "Is that all you have? That's so embarrassing. You need to hurry up if you want to turn this in on time." She reached for my keyboard and pressed a random key, deleting everything I had written. She grinned and said, "Oops. Sorry. That was an accident."