Grade 12, The End

This is it, the end of all I know. My grade twelve English teacher just asked me to write my first paragraph for him. The intense moment of not knowing how to start is in the past, now it's figuring out the middle and then the end. I've never been very good at writing. Its kind of scary. The thought of possibly being judged for the words I write or just the thoughts that come out of my head is not pleasant. Maybe its the part where I'm not quite sure of what is expected. Whatever it is, it doesn't matter because I'm going to have to write it anyway. Hopefully I didn't do to bad of a job considering this is my first of many terrifying paragraphs to come.