Writing Her Heart Out
by MR aka Naila Moon
All rights reserved August 2015
Leslie looked down at the paper in front of her. It was a blank sheet staring at her, begging her to put pen to paper. The blue lines were meshing into each other; they blurred and twisted wildly, fighting for attention.
Panic rose up in side of Leslie’s throat, squeezing the air she was trying to breathe. Her thoughts consumed her as she tapped her pen against her flushed cheek.
"What do I do?" she thought.
She had pulled an all-nighter before this big day. She knew the material. She began to write the essay with all her heart.
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