She was holding her pen writing paragraphs about topics that her professor had given her. She looked around her and everyone seemed to finish what they were writing aside from her. She used to believe that she was one of those clever writers from her class but everything seemed different now.

She never fancied herself into the middle of where she was right now. Back in high school, she was sharp-witted thus, creating concepts related to writing was easier to convey. Much to her chagrin, she couldn't accept the fact that she wasn't the person whom she thought she was, at least, not anymore.

She realized, she must have been too proud of her achievements. It wasn't good for anything. In fact, it made her think that she was the best from her field. But seeing from where she is right now is different from how she thought it was supposed to be.

College, where she met a lot of people with abilities and skills of her own kind, where she met probably the most competent people there could be.

Notwithstanding the fact that she was good at writing as they are, she couldn't escape her fears and the feeling of intimidation because for once, what made her feel special all throughout her life was the sole reason the she was no different from others.