The last moment
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Harry looked down at his piece of parchment and it was still blank. He grasped his quill and mentally started to sweat uncontrollably. He didn't know why he was overreacting over some little parchment assignment that his snarky professor had assigned the class.
He looked up to the evolving clock that changed its mood every five seconds, read three forty-five p.m. Harry had two hours to complete his poem. In the matter of seconds, his hand started to write and within five minutes, he had a beautiful poem. It was titled The Last Moment.
Harry looked down and smirked at his reformed poem. He knew his professor would love his confidence in this poem. He finally got some courage that he had left and wrote his feelings down. In poems, he could share his feelings with others and not bottle them up again. He looked down at the sea of scars on his wrist that were waving at him in remembrance. That what you get when you bottle too many feelings up at once and never letting them out.
He got up and left the hall. He headed down the halls toward his poetry class……………
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A/N: R&R if you dare! Lolz…. I got writers block for a long time…XD I know its short for a first chapter..