Oh love, destroy me!

This Is me !

"And this is why he is looking so sad trying to touch her with his fingers."
"Bullshit" I said loud enogh for the teacher, who just finished his speech, to hear me. And not only the teacher.

It was the first day of school after the summer holidays so every single student waited patiently for the end of this long "welcome back" speech. Well, for me it wasn't exactly a welcome back because this was actauly my first day at his school.

Wow.. amazing first impression. Literally everyone turned around to look at me or trying to find out where the voice was coming from.
I think I was smiling. I somehow enjoyed all the confused and curious faces.
Still I didn't like the tought of making me a name right at the first day. But I haven't had pretty much of a choice. I hated to hear people talking about art like that.

"Who just talked? If you comment something like that at least you should have the courage to say who you are and specify your thoughts" The teacher didn't seem to be as pissed off as I expected him to be.

"I never tried to hide myself. And I am really sorry for this rude word but hearing you, Sir, trying to explain this art made me really mad"

Now everyone new which mouth these words escaped and I could feel all these eyes laying on me.
The teacher I was talking to looked irritated. I could see that he couldn't understand if I was jooking or beeing serious. I was completely serious.

"Am I that bad?" He asked smiling. He didn't know how to react. He clerly wasn't used to students disagreeing with him.

"No" I simply said "You shouldn't try at all" smiling back to him. I could hear students whispering.

"Why?" The teacher asked me now with real curiosity.

"Because you are killing it, Sir" I stared at him for some seconds before talking again "The art. You are killing the art by trying to explain it." Again I wated,smiling at him "You can't explain art"