Random Short Stories

Blank Paper

I stared at the blank piece of paper in front of me. The assignment was to write a mini autobiography. The sound of pencils scratching on paper filled the room. I had nothing, though. I couldn't remember most of my life. And even though I didn't know why, I knew it was wrong. I should have been able to remember but I just couldn't. So, I stared at the blank paper the whole class.