Writers Block pt.1

"What's wrong? You have no energy
Is it because there's a lot of worrisome news?
Are you worried you've gained a bit of weight?
That's not like you"

(Cha Cha Sing by Berryz Koubou.)

Okay, I have officially run out of ideas, I mean how hard is it to come up with an idea of a damn story? On top of that, my teacher threatened that if I didn't get this done, I would be dropped from the course. I was and still am pissed off about it. How am I supposed to write an 8 paged story when it's due after the weekend? Did I mention it's almost 7pm, Friday?

This may seem easier than you think, but it's not. If anyone has any ideas, please call me. My name is Asuka Kazama and I don't want to be out of the English Literature class I love so much. And it's not because my teacher makes the subject fun, she doesn't really, she's always in she has the beak of a pelican and she always smartasses her students like there's no tomorrow. It would be annoying if it wasn't so damn funny to watch the 'dull' students get their asses handed to them for a stupid question. And to be honest, she is one of the best teachers I have... But still, the reason I don't want to be named and shamed in this class is because of this one person I-

Idea! Of course you can't get a passing grade for English lit if you only have your name on the top left corner of the document and the words "I'm so bored" in block capitals typed in the middle. And the greatest writers have gotten their ideas from a walk outside haven't they?! Yes, I would take a walk, clear my mind and think about how to start this thing.

I took the heated laptop off of my now reddening thighs and scrambled off of my bed. I heard it, he soft tapping coming from my window. My eyes furrowed slightly, turning on my heel I began to creep towards the window, the sound becoming louder as I approached it. I'm a fighter; I'll be able to handle it if it was a burglar-rapist-crack head. I clenched my left fist, my hand slowly inching towards the curtain before swiftly pulling it back along with my fist to ready myself for a kidney punch.

The tapping sound was still there, but no burglar-rapist-crack head, no one. Oh God I didn't want to squint at the window only to see slender man beside the house opposite to mine and then teleport in my face like 'sup bitch'! Once the mental image crossed my mind, I closed the curtains as fast as I had opened them. I do not want my mind to do that to me again. Bad brain, bad!

"Asuka, what are you doing?"

I didn't even notice he was standing in the doorway to my room. Hell, I didn't even notice he was visiting today. Uncle Lars... I guess that's what I should call the man that's 11 years my elder and a couple of years older than my cousin. I just hope they don't start a duo like LMFAO. Another thing about my uncle is that he always seems to catch me at my most awkward moments. I don't know if he's an awkward guy like that or if he senses my fear of Slenderman but he's just there. And he's not Slenderman! He's too short and his hair is too pointy for that! "Do you want the truth or...?"

"Something sane please,"

"Well, I heard something outside and I went to check and I heard that it was rain but then I wanted to check if it was really that bad but then I got scared that it would be Slenderman and I was even more scared that he would be all in my face and mentally rape me with his blank face so I closed the curtains."

"... Dinner is ready." That wasn't sane was it? I could have sworn that it's normal to be scared of something that isn't real –yes; I know damn well that Slenderman isn't real but that doesn't take away from the fact that I'm scared of him! I nodded in acknowledgement as he left my room slowly with a bewildered look on his face. What I had said was totally normal. See what I used there? Sarcasm, Jin ain't the only one that's able to use it.

I'm getting off topic here aren't I? My homework would be due in less than a three days and I still need to get an idea. The table was quieter than it was usually when all of the Mishima's were eating together. Why are we eating together? Because aunt Jun is a powerful and scary woman, that's why.

I looked up from my plate to the other habitants of the table, only to see them staring me down with the same look uncle Lars had almost 10 minutes ago. Oh, no, no no no no, he didn't tell them what happened to make me seem awkward did he? My eyes darted towards him and in return, he made the 'I zipped my lips' movement and I nodded furiously. "Why is everyone staring at me?"

Everyone meaning, everyone at the table; if everyone in the world was staring at me... I would be creeped out. "You were thinking out loud." Uncle Lars finally spoke up. I do that?

"Yes, you do." My aunt answered sweetly. The undertone... Was not sweet. Maybe they were mixed feelings about being called 'scary' and 'powerful'.

"So,"

"Your homework is called your homework for a reason, do it on your own." Uncle Kazuya this time. The Mishima's enjoy ganging up on each other, either that or taking the strongest or their own side and destroying the opposing team completely. What is happening is, I am the only person on the opposing team. Auntie Jun is neutral as always, Lars will apparently be the hero at the end of all of this and break up the conflict and Jin will continue to call me an idiot for the rest of the week for whatever I picked. "Jun, do you have any relatives that aren't retarded?" I try not to take this to heart. Simply because this is him being nice. He's rude and mean normally, take-candy-from-Asuka mean, then he speaks the truth in the weirdest of ways and it leaves you thinking whether or not he was helping you or fed up with you being wrong all the time and then he's just sadistic. I don't mean, beat the holy hell out of you if you back talk him, no, that's parenting. He'll beat the holy hell out of you because the wind changes directions. He is the devil.

"Just a little starter, I need help! I can't think of anything..." I could have sworn I heard my cousin say something along the lines of me not being able to think anyway. He's a misery guts like that too, uncle Kazuya and Jin are pretty much one and the same. I didn't even notice that this was the first time in weeks that he's sitting down at the table and eating with us. Because uncle Lars moved in a few days ago. And yes, he is still wearing that ridiculous looking armor suit, ya' know the one with the cape and the lion on the front? That one.

"Most writers use their previous experiences or dreams as a muse." My aunt Jun piped up. Piped up… Why do people use that instead of 'spoke up'? I know I just used it, but I can't imagine my aunt smoking a pipe and speaking at the same time. Back to the subject, before I start thinking out loud again.

"My dreams are weird though…" I sighed and stuffed a small chunk of what I thought was chicken into my mouth. I wrinkled my nose in disgust and chewed slowly. Oh God, it couldn't be… No…

"Oh dear, I forgot to take out the tofu for your plate… I'm sorry, Asuka."

I wanted to throw up. It was squishy, tasteless and…

"I think she shouldn't be picky and finish what's on her plate."

Damn you, Jin.

Man, I will tell you this truthfully, all of this was inspired by MY writers block. XD I failed to know wtf to do with myself when I wanted to start so many other stories or continue the others. And I wanted to continue the other ones soooo badly.

I may just change my user name... Songs I used for this chapter were...

1. Into a Nap

2. Early Summer

3.

All from Hana Kimi, because the songs are SILLY! XD This is kind of a crackfic... Maybe a little friendship and family... -a little romance but one sided.

Anyway, constructive criticism please, read and review and all that bollocks.

Yes, I am British. It's VERY hard to write in first person without letting the Brit slip. x3

CHERUBIC WHALE OUT!