he was new

The paper glared back at him as he sat there wondering how he was supposed to fill it. Not so much that he didn't know what to write, because he had plenty of ideas, it was just that none of it was...well, detailed enough. But detail "apparently" wasn't what the problem was. He had been told that he needed not to describe a scene of action but rather a feeling or emotion or message caught up within a scene of action. And that, in reality, this feeling or emotion or message should be the reason for his writing the scene at all. But it wasn't reality, reality was he had no idea what to do to satisfy the wants of his teacher and the longer he tried to even remotely begin to understand what his teacher had meant by all that, let alone how to do it, time only seemed to run faster and soon enough he realized it had been over an hour. An hour's worth of staring blankly at the page had gotten him nowhere except hating the assignment more, it it were possible. If he only had some experience, if he only had some kind of prior knowledge of how to write. Maybe if he had studied english his whole life up until now he would be able to casually sit down, grab a pen, and cover page after page with something creative, but he was new to writing and simply couldn't think, for the life of him, what to say.