Great Novelist

The bell rings. The first lesson is over. The classroom became noisy and Moon's teacher left. He glanced down at the empty underline. I couldn't write a word. There are only three hours left. In my head, there are some mediocre stories floating around. I needed something to collect these.

“There's still time. ”

He mutters a little. It's time to rest, so let's cool off. I leaned against the stiff backrest of a chair. I stared blankly at the ceiling for a while, and I heard the crescendo. He stepped out of the classroom.

Where he left off, there was some eraser dust and grey paper. Inside the paper was a third of the text on the front. His stone statue also had a circle on it. They chose the same topic. While I was writing, I stopped to think about what I had done. I closed my eyes to calm my mind.

I feel overwhelmed now. As I relaxed my shoulders, I felt a harder feeling on my back. This is just right for writing something.

The bell rings. When you open your eyes, you hear a distant noise. I wonder if I have three more hours. May I read it? Refusal to say no. A multitude of emotions and voices become a mass. That mass was some kind of protest. A demonstration of words asking you to record me that you don't want to disappear like this. As proof of that, he keeps getting snatched away from there.

“Now is not the time. ”

He was about to concentrate again, but he saw a light rush into the classroom. I think I went to the bathroom because my sleeves are a little wet. He sat down to think a little and wrote down immediately. He wrote his own articles diligently.

Your shoulders and elbows wiggle. His body leans forward slightly. I'm concentrating. I feel like I'm starting to get drunk before I run.

Looking behind him, I remembered something in his head.

I won a prize.

It was a small memory that was worn out and old. I was confident that I had received the reward as if it were natural. At that time, the prime minister had already been confirmed. Of course, he was a pro who had already debuted in paragraphs. Even children who were not amateurs were busy chatting and playing, giving up and writing. There were some children who didn't even write at all and made it blank. The ship was louder than it is now, and the ship couldn't concentrate any more than it is now.

At that time, I did not know Seogwang well. I don't think we've even talked. He was as disappointed in himself at the time as he was in Jeanna.

I see. Have I disappointed you already?

I glanced down at the interior boots. It was a little dirty. I think I was careful when I bought a new one, but I don't even care anymore.

I felt that their voices were similar to the sound of rain. The shoes were already wet. There is a puddle in front of your eyes. I jumped into it without hesitation. Droplets of water spattered everywhere. It was refreshing.

I looked at my hands, and I thought, Should I play with the water like this?

He looks at his blank paper. A little excitement hangs around your fingertips. I can use it now. I wrote the first sentence on the endless underline.

“Now, submit. ”

At the same time Mr. Moon's words ended, so did his story. Luckily, it was not the end of a monkey falling from the sky and getting hit in the head.

“Anyway, we're done. ”

He was relieved that he had written safely. I put my hands above my head and turned my base. I waited a while until the children gathered at once and then went out to the desk to submit the gray paper.

Teacher Moon looked at him and said.

“Did you write it right? ”

“I did everything I could. ”

Moon, who had emphasized the ending several times to him, held up his hands to those silly endings that were rarely fixed. Thanks to this, I also often had to hear the murmur that teaching students is not a good fit. I felt sorry for him, but he couldn't help it either.

As I returned to my seat, Seogwang wedged the chair between his legs and turned around. His hand on his backrest is noted in red. He looks down at his hand. It was the same.

“I worked really hard. ”

Seogwang proudly said. In fact, he exerted an astonishing level of concentration even for Aussie. His shoulders were moving the whole time. I thought he used his usual focus on reading at once. That's why you look so satisfied.

“And you?"

Seogwang asks. He rubs between his hot fingers and replies.

“Me, too."

*

Oh, man.

Children clap without a castle. It was time to award a certificate of appointment and a certificate of publication for half the executives. The children who received the publication, the class giving, and the children applauding were all in trouble. Of course, Australia was one of them. I raise my hand to help with the decreasing applause.

“The last person to receive an award in the book of pertussis. ”

The room had a strange moxa there. The children who were expecting me focused on the speech. Little bitter children and hard-working children all want to be called by their names. That's what prizes are. You want to work hard or not.

He also listened to the voice of the speaker, just in case.

The class opened its mouth.

“Seogwang Kim.”

The name of Seogwang came out.

“Yes?”

Seogwang replied with a questionable voice. Why are you calling me?

“Come out and claim your prize. ”

“· · · Yes? ”

Seogwang did not understand this situation. Turning back, he applauds with a calm face. Seogwang was convinced that his name would be Naomi, but he was dumbfounded even after holding a white list in his hand.

I had all these thoughts in his head. Will he not keep his promise? Maybe he took care of himself. But he's not like that. What is this listing, then? Why?

By any chance, do you think you are good at Australia?

“Space shuttle.”

The teacher called me. Seogwang was waiting for that horse. I was preparing to applaud him.

“You come with me to the office. ”

“Yes.”

Seogwang couldn't understand. I needed someone to explain the situation. Turning back, he only smiles with an embarrassed face.

He came to the principal's office following his class, leaving him so confused. There were teachers in the office responsible for first-graders. Students who have business with the teacher are free to go in and out. I heard the laughter of the student and teacher behind whether they were exchanging jokes with each other or not.

The atmosphere was different from this one.

He looked at the desk of his classroom. Like the attendance book and the math teacher, there was a math textbook. Next to it was a collection of writing from half the children.

“Space shuttle.”

At his call, Lord turned his head. I saw the familiar face of the class. He was a math teacher and didn't like books. That made me feel no different in the past than in the present.

“Do you have a problem with school? ”

“No.”

“So you're having a hard time lately? ”

“No.”

“Did someone bully you? ”

“No.”

Even though he knew it couldn't be done, Lord answered him wholeheartedly. Not at all. He's been making this face ever since he came down to the office.

He quickly folded his heart, just in case. Too much, too much.

“Then what is this? ”

The class pushed into the grey paper familiar to him. A dented circle is drawn on the word gypsum statue. It was definitely his. I answered as it looked.

“This is my pertussis sheet. ”

“No, that's not what I'm asking. What is this? ”

The class pointed to the center of the writing he had worked hard and asked with his hand. He replied as he saw again.

“This is what I wrote. ”

“Yes. This is what you wrote. I'm asking you just in case. Who made you do it? ”

“Yes, I wrote it. ”

The room nods. And I read out loud one of the sentences written there. I could only hear myself because I was conscious of my surroundings.

“Two pairs of bonobos were having sex. They blend in for peace. Gender and number were not important · · · omitted · · below, I always watch it. omitted as soon as they reach their peak. ”

The class read was the introduction. It was the view of the stone statue in front of us at the zoo, Bonobo. Wherever he is omitted, his actions are described in more detail. I thought I could do this after writing, but I didn't delete it. I promised to use it sincerely.

“It's artistic. ”

“Yes, I'm sorry the school couldn't accept your artistry. ”

The class took the pose seriously and asked. From now on, it looked like it was a full consultation.

“Are you a naughty girl? ”

“Enjoy the animal kingdom. ”

Bonobos. Mammals with primate trees. Characters are like the animal kingdom of Mania. After work, he decided to see the animal kingdom.

“You were the gatekeeper, right? Mr. Moon was very pleased with your work. ”

“That's a relief. ”

For a while, Lord thought he didn't have to listen to his mumbling.

“I also enjoyed reading it. I know you write well. But I can't give you a prize. You know why that is? The award-winning work is hanging in the hallway. ”

The class said that it doesn't fit in the hallway of the school. It's very irritating for people your age. As content, as skill. He just lowers his head slightly.

You hear laughter in the back, through the gap. It was a great laugh.

“I care about grades. How come you write so well and speak so well? ”

“I think I saw it pretty well. ”

“You can't do this on your own. ”

It was a month's work compared to past grades. But he didn't satisfy his duties. It was really hard to satisfy someone. After a brief inquiry, he sent him away without a word.

“Give this to the kids on the way. ”

Of course, it was not sent empty-handed. I left the office with a large grey paper in both hands. He sighed a little. All that's left now is Seogwang. I have to explain.