A\N: Everyone, say Hi to Taanieera. She managed to write more stuff than I have ever seen in my inbox at once. Everyone else, Haley will get a chappie at the end, but it'll have one heck of a sting. Thanks for reveiwing! Here are digital cookies!
CONNER
I could ask a girl to do it.
Krista's my girlfreind, sure, and I'd never cheat on her, but I could still get a freind to write it for me.
Of course, then I'd get accused of cheating, because Krista and I are chatting all the time.
Don't want that.
I look at my laptop and seriously consider blowing it up.
I can't write to save my life. Dr. O could make this an extra-credit assignment, which God knows I need, and I still would have the same damn word on the top of the screen, the same damn whiteness on the screen.
Untitled.
Blank Page.
All the same thing, all telling me I might as well not bother.
I suck at this.
I punch my desktop. I hate this!
I'm bad at school, yeah, but I'm good at some stuff. Like getting girls, looking good, making sure everyone's not dead and Earth isn't molten rock or in the Age Of Dino. I'm one heck of a fighter.
But I can't write fanfiction.
I want to; God, I want to explain to someone, anyone, who's not a Ranger why I have to look stupid, why I'm always 'in detention', why I skip class.
But all I can do is wait it out.
I'm stuck with the label.
I hate it.
But even if I wrote the story, I would still just be a dumb Jock.