Chapter 3

Nov 11, 2010 20:34

I have hit a brick wall with my writing. It seems being unable to write for 5 days in a row has sucked out all of my will. Or something like that. And I'm so behind... I'm only at 7,085 words...
Anyways, I figured since I hit a road block, I'd post the next chapter of my NaNoWriMo novel. Because I'm awesome. /lolnot


Ben arrived at home at 4PM. He walked in the door and kicked his shoes off.
"I'm home!" He called.
"How was your day?" His mother asked, as she came to greet him.
"Eh, you know. The usual. We go in, some of us learn stuff, others talk all day. The we get sent home."
"How fun," his mother smirked.
"Oh yeah, I want to do this for the rest of my life." Ben laughed. "How was your day?"
"It was pretty good, actually," she replied. "I didn't have to work, so I just sat around and watched movies."
"Anything good?" Ben asked.
"Nothing you'd enjoy. I figured since I was home alone I could watch some of those cheesy romance movies you and your father hate so much."
"Oh, cool." Ben smiled, "so what are we having for supper?"
"I was thinking about getting your dad to pick up some burgers on his way home." She answered, with an amused look on her face. "Sound good?
"Definitely. I was hoping for something completely unhealthy tonight." Ben looked at his watch. "He should be home in about two hours then?"
"Around there, yeah."
"Okay, perfect. That should give me enough time to do the bit of homework I have, and even finish the book I'm reading." Ben said, as he began to head for his room.
"Sounds good. I'm going to go watch some crappy TV then!" His mom turned and headed to the living room.
Ben chuckled at his mother as he walked into his room. She was so odd, and he loved it. They had some of the most fun conversations sometimes. His dad was the more normal of the two, but he still had his moments.
As he made his way to his desk, he passed an orange cat lying on his bed.
"Hey Lieutenant," Ben murmured as he scratched the cat's head. The cat's full name was Lieutenant Fuzzyboots, courtesy of Ben's mom. She had been inspired by an episode of some show to do this.
Ben dropped his backpack at the end of his bed and extracted his social studies homework. It was about the history of Canada, which they had learned about every year since Kindergarten.
The homework only took him about 20 minutes to finish, so he pulled the novel he was almost finished out of his back pack and read. He had only started the book yesterday, but he was a fairly quick reader, and he just loved that act of reading so much that he spent the majority of his free time doing it. He could devour a 300-400 page book in about a day on the weekend. He liked to challenge himself though, so he often read rather complicated novels, both fiction and non. If you were to ask him what his favorite books are, he would have a hard time answering because he loved most of the books he read, and there were just so many to choose from. He would likely end up giving you list that was about 2 or 3 pages long.
About an hour and a half later, Ben was finished reading. He put the book back on his shelf, then stared and pondered on what to read next. After five minutes of thinking, he pulled Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky off of the shelf. He'd been wanting to read this on for a while.
"Ben! Food's here!" His mom called down the hall. Ben sighed.
"Guess I'll have to wait until after supper to start this one..." He muttered unhappily. He wandered out of his room and down the hall into the kitchen. His mom and dad were standing at the counter with their arms shoved into fast food bags, pulling food out.
"Here ya go Ben," his dad handed him his burger. "Your fries and drink are over there." His dad pointed just down the counter from him.
"Awesome, thanks." Ben picked up his food and headed back to his room. He wanted to watch some TV by himself while he ate, and his parents likely wanted to do the same. He plopped down on his bed and turned the TV on. He flipped through the channels in an attempt to find something interesting to watch. He finally had to settle on a documentary on the environment.

The next morning at 10:00, Ben was heading to his second class not paying attention, lost in thought. Suddenly, someone had run right into him, and he was laying on the ground.
"Ahh, what the hell?" He yelled, clutching his right elbow, which had hit the ground first.
"Oh crap, I'm so sorry!" The kid who had run into him said.
Ben looked over to see who it was, and he saw the new kid sitting in front of him.
"I really didn't mean to," he said frantically. "I'm just a little late, and I wasn't really paying attention..."
"It's fine. Whatever." Ben mumbled.
"Um... okay. You uh... you don't happen to have social studies class right now, do you?" The boy asked. Ben got a pained look on his face.
"I do, actually." He looked away from the kid, hoping he wouldn't ask what he thought he was going to ask.
"Uh... do you think you could walk with me to the classroom? It's only my second day, and I still have no idea where the hell all the classrooms are."
"Yeah, fine, come on," Ben sighed and stood up. "I so don't want to deal with this,' he thought as he watched the kid stand up.
"It's this way," Ben said, pointing in the direction that he had been heading before he had been run over, and began walking.
"Oh, really? I guess I was headed in the completely opposite direction. I guess it was almost good that I ran into you!" The boy laughed as he followed.
Ben didn't. He found none of this amusing in the least. He only found it more irritating by the second.
"So, uh, what's your name? Mine's Stuart. You can just call me Stu though." Stu said, looking sorry for laughing.
"It's Ben," Ben almost growled.
"Short for Benjamin I'm guessing?"
"Obviously."
Then there was silence. The quiet lasted for about 2 minutes, and then-
"So uh... how come you sit by yourself at lunch?" Stu asked.
"Is that really any of your business?" Ben snapped.
"Well, no, I guess not... I just figured we could maybe sit together or something, if you were lonely..." Stu spoke quietly.
"For your information, I choose to sit alone. All the kids in this school are idiots, and I don't want to hang out with them."
"..........oh." Was Stu's only reply.
They arrived at the door of the social studies room in silence, and proceeded to walk into the room this way. Ben chose his usual seat at the back, and Stu chose one a few rows over from him.
'Well, let's hope that never happens again.' Ben thought.

nanowrimo, writing, chapter 3, oh god, novel, why can't i write?, writers block

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