DREAM CURSE

EPISODE 2 OF THE PAST

a pair of angelic green eyeballs rained down on me with curious gazes, from head to toe. My mouth opened, locked for a moment and then re-opened. The eyes met my gaze. locked for a moment and then re-opened.the lips quivered as if holding a million words scrambling to the cry, but only three letters came out . "wow...."

A tooth rolled out clearly because the boy was constantly agape looking at my feet. so funny . That light expression restored my strength.

"hi!!"

he looked at me again, still with his mouth agape.raut his face was a combination of surprise and awe

"wow ..."

"What's "wow"? I'm confused . There must be a logical reason until a boy says 'wow' to the person he first met and that person is lying in the middle of the meadow. Couldn't he make a more human comment, like 'are you okay?'

yeah, I was hoping too much .where maybe the kid who dreams of a rainstorm has pity . even though his face is as pretty as an angel, almost all as cruel as Hitler, anyway they are cruel. only people who don't look like me can feel that. alice likened that right to unwarranted envy.She could talk that easily because she was not among the ordinary people like me.

I am a jubilee, an ordinary student who has an ordinary face and is fit .nothing special, except the fact that I can enter the dreams of others. unfortunately no one knows this except my two best friends the Morgan twins (Alice and Mike ), my family, and of course the psychologist who used to treat in a mental hospital . let no one else know, 'cause ...well, I'll tell you later .

The boy interrupted my concentration with his screams that seemed to be humming directly from behind my ears .

"how did you get here?" " i want to know too!" I screamed as loud as possible.in order to be heard clearly in the storm.The boy thought for a moment .his tanned blonde hair was messy in the carpet right by the storm.At first I felt familiar with this scene, I felt familiar with it, but dmna ? I can't remember.

"ah, I know," he said confidently.

he explained excitedly. "

"you were dragged by the storm. climbed up, circled around in the whirlwind of the hurricane, then tara ..." stranded here.s stranded ?yeah, maybe that's the best picture for my situation to get into his dream without needing to know first .but because of the storm?no."i was here before it rained." answered me lazily.my spirit evaporated quickly.At first, I thought he was aware of my out-of-place presence ,it turned out that he only thought of me as part of his dream .

"how would a mermaid be stranded in the middle of a meadow if it opened n. because it was carried by a storm?" his eyes widened confused, but upright riveting .

uh, wait a minute.did anyone say mermaid ?

"what did you call me ?"

"the mermaid princess ."

" what about my body that looks like a mermaid ?" then everything became clear .the word ' wow" that the boy muttered when he first met, as well as his amazed gaze that always led to my feet .....

"is something wrong? could it be that you're from another breed that can crawl through the meadows ?"

I ignored the argument . Now this g that is the focus is yourself. I wriggled hard.the lips hard again.at a glance I.can see the shiny green scales envelop where my feet should be. "hey...!" the boy retreated a little out of fear