Before I start anything please accept my apologies for my terrible English

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Geez... No time for fun.... No time to draw .... No time to paint or color (actually, in this case, I don't mind, since I can't do both XD)

All this school thing is killing me... I am starting to have illusions during school lessons... The voice of the teachers are sounding very far and fading... The blackboard is blured with white spots on it... The teachers are making those spots larger and larger until the whole surface is covered by that white fog....

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I hear a voice....

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I think it is calling me...

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The voice seems to be getting clear and clear, louder and louder...

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Suddenly it stopped...

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«ARE YOU SLEEPING IN MY CLASS??

... SO, YOU THINK YOU ARE PRETTY SMART HEIN? THEN HOW ABOUT I TAKE MY DAY OFF WHILE YOU FINISH THE LESSON?

No, wait, where do you think you are going? Solve me that exercise on the blackboard now!»

I see the blackboard right in front of me... It is huge, smoth and very polished, like those that are hard write on.
The white fog dispersed and the blackboard is now covered with characters:
numbers and letters... There are also some schemes and small diagrams around, and ...

«WELL?»

...My brain doesn't seem to react to the amount of information in front of me...

«WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? SOLVE ME THAT TRIVIAL EXERCISE!»

The whole class has their eyes upon me, only a few ones seem to understand the problem. I could bet that the majority is still understanding what is on the board now...

The teacher is moving to his desk near the board and is taking some quick notes... Then suddenly pulls off the written page and and moves towards me with a cold expression (but the eyes are showing a malicious joy) . When suddenly a radio turned on.

My name was being called on the radio.

The teacher halted for a while and , like everyone in the class, started to look around.

«Safe?» --- I thought...

No... to good to be the truth: the teacher is on the move again and is gaining haste, while the radio is getting louder and louder, until the sound becomes unbearable and soundwaves comes out from nowhere tearing the teacher into pieces, just like everyone in the class! Then sudden-

«ARE YOU SLEEPING IN MY CLASS??

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Please... tell me that I am not sleeping in the class right now...

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Don't get the wrong idea about me, this is not the best way to describe me, my point is I am already tired of school...

Once more, sorry for my english...
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