As roommates in college, you and Beck were both writers. The two of you were both equally bad and good in two different kind of professors perspective.

At the moment, the two of you were trying to come up ideas on what to write since the two of you had writer’s block at the moment.

“I’m stumped.” Beck groaned as she dropped her head onto her desk. “I don’t know. If I wrote my problems on paper, I’d be sent to an asylum.” She exaggerated.