Out of rage, Mr. Reca grabbed the paper sitting at his desk and folded it into a ball, throwing it in direction of the bin were dozens of folded papers were already sitting. He grabbed a new sheet of paper, leaning his elbow on his desk, gripping his own hair tightly as he gritted his teeth. He tapped the tip on his pen against the wooden surface, letting out a frustrated growl.

Mr. Reca had been working on this script for who knows how long. He just couldn't get it right! Everytime he would write something, he'd be disappointed with himself. Nothing seemed right and he was slowly becoming more and more frustrated with himself.

"Stupid! It's all stupid!" He shouted as he slammed his fist on his desk, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself.