At the Zentral Library in Zurich and her alarm just went off. It was very loud and people were staring. Saying sorry and blushing at the same time. What else could she do? Trying to write a fictional story but she can't, like there are not thoughts in her head, not even a tiny one. Where is my brain, she wonders. She used to be so into writing stories. She wrote one with 7 chapters, that is a lot to be hella honest. Okay..maybe she doesn't like writing stories that much, but she did once had a very creative mind which she cleary doesn't anymore. How is she supposed to study and go to university if she can't even write a short story. She used to like descriptive writing, now this one is true. Oh and she also used to like writing poems. Poems are so cool don't you think? When they rhyme and stuff. Anyways, she just took a five minute break ,because she doesn't know how to continue this text. Oh my goodness.