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Eben walked towards one of the soccer fields, ending up at the fence and leaning against it. He sighed and placed his head in his hands, staring at the dirt.
"Figures this place would be just a huge creative block. It's probably on my parents' side," he grumbled.
He glanced up and caught sight of someone jogging. It was weird that she was out here alone and in uniform. There must be a practice coming up or something. Eben watched as she jogged, then shook his head and looked away. He felt slightly creeperish just standing there watching the lone girl run.
Eben sat himself down next to the fence, his back towards the field. His hand reached into his satchel and withdrew the blank notebook and pen. He sat, once more, staring at the open page trying his best to come up with even a starting note.