DREAM CURSE

EPISODE 7 ETERNAL MEMORIES

"Mr Gun, please,

walk towards Jubilee, carrying a piece of sketch paper and a charcoal rod.

"Mr Gun, for the first lesson, paint whatever you want to paint! No flow restrictions, just painting."

"Yobel, it doesn't sound difficult, I take it

sketch paper from

"Mr Gun, along with the guy's trunk, although I prefer to use a regular pencil. After clasping the picture table fitting bag, I began to ponder. What do I want to paint?

"Yobel, it doesn't take long to think. The answer came from the beginning,

"that's No, no idea what to draw.because I'm not good at painting . My standard image from childhood, is a winding road that is flanked by two mountains, sometimes a mountain .

"Well, uh,

"Not yet in the picture, I've laughed.

"Mr Gun , announced that ten more minutes of classes would be over.

I gasped, as did the other students in the class. Time passed by so quickly, not even one of my finished drawings.

"Mrs. Gun, look through my sketches carefully.

"Well,

Miss"Yobel, you can finish at home."

"thank you, man,

"He's smiling.

"Yobel, it would be great if next week I could see the end result ."

"I nodded with excitement.

it feels like Mr. Gun's class was really fun

"I'll try to get up early."

Mr. Gun was quite happy to hear, my answer he went to greet other students. Meanwhile, I packed my things that are not much, but very difficult to put in the bag.

The class was empty when I finished packing, as I passed the doorway,

audible Mr. Gun screaming,

"God! Dave?!"

My ears are alert, who was he saying?

quickly I turned around and peeked at the empty classroom, I mean almost empty.

There was still a gun and Robert.

"Robert, a tall body looks towering while lined up with the gun. Too bad I can only look at his back.

Instead, Mr. Gun's face looked worried, worried,

the worry about Robert was his health, how I didn't notice on that pale skin that seemed almost never exposed to the sun,

which bandages the bone - a long bone that confirms its straightness.

I wondered how many times Robert ate in a day, but I was not at all surprised, if the answer was almost never.

"Yeah, Robert, it's like that.

"Robert, sorry mr.gun, I fell asleep while painting, upon awakening, my vision

suddenly changed so I was busy making new paintings."

Robert's voice was hoarse and deep. There's no doubt that he hasn't used his vocal cords in the last twelve hours, one of the reasons to worry Robert.

"Yobel, you seem to be happy,"

"Just interested," replied Robert in a flat tone, prone to boredom. Next to my eyebrows

curved up.

Is that the style of speech of the person who is interested? Substantial. Famous people, no

has anything ever been normal?.

there was always a problem with his brain, even more so his nature, several times I entered the dreams of famous people, and the result

disappointingly.

I don't want to glance at them anymore when meeting on the street.Although not all annoying, there are at least five among the seven. isn't that the majority?.

"Well,"

"Yobel, I'd better get out of the way so I don't hear more. I can - I hate Robert later, even before entering into his dream, even though I paid enough attention to Robert.

"Very much, it can even be said that he is my reason when choosing this campus.

I've been in love with her since first sight...

"Mom!"

An alto voice surprised me. I turned and screamed. Alice covered her ears, while Mike closed my mouth. They're both Morgan twins, my best friends.

"Release .....!"

I tried thrashing in the deck mike .

ALice hissing,

"Sstttt....."

The three of us ducked before Mr. Gun and Robert came to catch us. Silent moment. As soon as we heard the footsteps, we immediately ran away, towards the park, turned to the cafeteria, then hid between the empty tables.

"Well, man,....

technically we didn't hide, instead we sat quietly ordering cola, and a jumbo serving of fries . Together you laugh at what just happened.