Great Novelist

I turn and go halfway around, but there is a lump that catches my eye. It was someone who was literally left in the corner of the hallway rather than walking around like a lump. He spoke on a fairly familiar back.

“What are you doing here? ”

There was a sloth there.

“What are you doing? ”

“It reminds me of my embarrassing past for a moment. ”

Seogwang shoved his hand between his hair and shoved it around. It was a violent struggle.

“Why are you here? ”

“You followed me. ”

“Did you hear that?"

“I heard.”

Seogwang followed him down to the office. I wanted to know why. I pretended to be waiting for the teacher who had left the office and overheard their conversation.

I could not hear what the class was saying, but I could see the situation before and after the conversation. His writing is stimulating.

Relieved, he was so ashamed of himself that he mistakenly pressed him with his skills for even a moment. Eventually, I had to run out of the office and twist my whole body to blame myself.

“I don't know what's going on, but work hard. ”

It was an inconvenience. Seogwang sat down and said.

“You confused me for nothing. What did they use to disqualify you? Give it to me quickly."

He said, thinking for a moment.

“What would you do if I ran away with this? ”

“What are you talking about? ”

He was a little hesitant after listening to the lecture. The class said in a bold manner. It was well written. It was fun.

If he were old enough to be a teacher, he would not have been that shocked to read his own articles. I'm old. I have that much experience. It is different from the younger self. When you grow up, you'll be able to write like that. That's what you thought.

He reminds me of him who came to his house. Seogwang was not confident. because he doesn't know that he can only use it after 30 years.

“It might be difficult for a minor. ”

At his words, Seongwang quietly got up. Then I reached out my hand.

“I want to read it. Seriously, if you want to, you have to. ”

If you want to. It was what he said when he put his dream of being a novelist in his mouth.

He handed him the top piece of grey paper without a word. Watching the paper in his hands, he moved his steps.

The light remained and leaned against the wall. Moments were taken. My hands are sweaty with paper. I took a deep breath and saw his writing. The circles on the statue of gypsum caught my attention in turn.

He reads the genuine writing in a heartbeat. The noisy corridor is quiet and you hear the sound of birds' wings crumbling in the distance.

Ha.

It was the first thing I said. This is what it feels like. From the inside of my body, I was filled with deep satisfaction. I read the writing that is slow in this pleasure.

“This is crazy.”

There was a story of a stone statue after finding his place. He sees a lot. Animals, humans, love, peace, violence, murder. At the end, the Statue looks back at itself. who was only transferred to someone else.

The next day, a shattered stone statue is found by someone and the story ends.

“He's a troubled friend, after all. I can't believe you wrote that at school. ”

The overall ambience of the work is dark. Animals have sex and murder and violence are rampant. But among them were those who loved and wanted peace. They were all different. I was living with my own thoughts. There was no right answer. There was no right answer. At the end, I was confident.

“Someone broke the stone statue. ”

Seogwang imagined a broken stone statue. Scattered debris. Collapsed form. There were no weapons around. He broke the shell himself. He broke the appearance of impersonating others and went out looking for himself. None of what he saw was him. He was neither a bonobo nor a man. He had never loved, had no peace, carelessness to murder and violence.

Seogwang looked out the window. He's probably still coming. You haven't accomplished anything yet. I remember him wandering the streets.

It didn't hurt that much.

“I'm going too. ”

Seogwang took a step up an empty staircase.

*

“In my class, I won a sunflower award. ”

I announced the results among the Moon groomsmen who gathered in the bad. Spring said, as he exchanged the result table, when he first told me about the Prime Minister in West Korea. She was a happy face. I proudly raised my hand to say hello. Along the side, Baron raises his hand.

“Did you get a senior? ”

“I'm not doing it. I'm not saying I can't. ”

It's all he has to say in a blunt tone.

“We're amazing. ”

Spring said with admiration. Every class, the doorman did a great job. Seogwang, who kept his mouth shut, said.

“So the chicken is for the three of us. ”

“I'm going to eat with spring. ”

At the end of the painting, he added a cold word.

“Then who's going to give it to me? Mr. Barron? Kim Seo-gwang? ”

And no one answered.

“It's too quiet. ”

“Today, eating one per person is the trend. I'm sorry, friend.”

“A great deal.”

“I didn't realize you two were so trendy. ”

As we were prancing around each other, we heard a door open. A pungent aroma seeps into my nose. I brought the chicken Mr. Moon promised. From the picture of Mr. Moon standing in both hands with a plastic bag, he hovered all over the glove compartment. Sunhwa and Seogwang shouted for joy. He clapped a little.

“Here comes the chicken. ”

Moon placed the chicken on his desk. I wanted a lot, but there were six of them.

“I also bought chicken for the contest. Let's rip it all out together. ”

“You really are the new generation. ”

On that day, the doorman became one with the chicken.

The sky is especially blue. The cloud slowly passes over it. The sun was busy sending light, repeating that it was covered by clouds. He looked at the clear sky until his throat ached. I smelled a faint sunscreen on my side. It was a spring item. Sun painting and spring were sitting side by side, applying sunscreen to the face without a mirror. It was a skillful gesture.

Baron was holding a sketchbook in the shade of a tree and watching the ants passing by.

I saw Mr. Moon walking from a distance.

“Teacher, why are we gathered in the playground? ”

“I'm running today. ”

Teacher Moon said without saying a word. On the school grounds, there were various side activities such as badminton or football, but one of them was borrowed from the door office. A straight line is drawn. It was a good place to go for a short run.

“Why are you running? ”

“Is this fitness training?”

Seonhwa and Seogwang asked. The teacher opened his mouth, covering his eyes with his hands, because his eyes had been blistered by the sun.

“From now on, you race from here to there. Run until you can breathe, then pick up the pen. Write a sentence that comes to mind immediately. Vibrantly.”

This is a new class.

Australia, which was far from the sport, was somewhat expected to run for a long time. Moon once again emphasized that it was a sprint. Then I pick up the pen and write right away. What kind of sentence will come out? I'm curious.

“Take it easy first. Start the National Gymnastics. ”

While Moon's teacher was drawing a line at the starting and end points, the units relaxed. Unlike the illiterate years, Baron played a robust national gymnastics with quite a sleight of hand.

“Are you going to run, too? ”

“Look. I'm just letting go. ”

The teacher who just arrived said.

“We'll do it in pairs, so you can decorate the last one. Alone.”

“I'll do it.”

That's how the whole team came into play. After turning the wrists and ankles, the teacher said, looking at the children who finished relaxing.

“Now let's run. Lord, Seogwang. ”

“Yes.”

“Yes.”

In the first order, the names of Australia and the West were called. The two stood side by side on a white line.

The sand reflects the light as the sun was obscured by the clouds. The small sand dust blooms as you roll your feet like a ball of grain under your sneakers. I heard relief from another club in the playground. Sometimes I heard a sigh.

“Running well? ”

Seogwang asks, "Looking for something is powerful." He smiled and replied.

“Normally. What about you? ”

“Me neither. ”

There was a strange tension between Seogwang and Jehovah. I held a silver whistle in my hand that I didn't know where Mr. Moon had taken it. I cheer with a strong voice. Beat anyone. The bastards who heard the sound and hit Badminton leaned in to see if there was anything else.

While I was preparing for the start signal, a soccer ball rolled this way. I kicked the ball weakly because of Seongwang. It flew in a good direction.

In the gap, he re-examined his loose body, twisting his ankle.

“What should I write, by the way? My heart's pounding, something like that? ”

“We'll know when we get there. ”

Depending on the status, it's going to be different.

The two of them stood in a position. A white line was drawn on the far end. We can run there. With power, with nothing in mind.

Teacher Moon asked the whistle.

“Ready.”

Let's go.

The whistle sounds loud. It was a signal resembling a scream. As soon as I heard, I pushed my legs forward.

He felt the extreme narrowing of his vision. I didn't even see where I was running next to him. There is only one thing that seems to be crumbling and shaking in the form of things passing by.

White line.

Let's run. Let's run. Let's run. Every moment we hit the ground, that's all I thought about. As we run on the power, the popularity of the western lights is approaching. He thought, I don't want to lose.

“Goal!”

Someone shouts. When you reach your target, you see nothing. There were only loud breaths.

He slowly slowed down after a long walk past the white line. My side hurts and my thighs are flat. I leaned down and my heart was pounding. Sweaty hair obscured my vision. Meanwhile, I heard Mr. Moon's voice.

Put it on.

I picked up a manuscript sitting next to the line. I was slightly crumpled, but didn't care. And I twisted it.

It's hard.