The first book in the series_Welcome to my world_ [complete]
As an ordinary human young man accustomed to living inside his imaginary world, among the papers of his ancient book and within the lines of those charming sentences, his abnormal thoughts...
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"no thing!"
For the twentieth time he tried to lift the cup without touching it, but nothing happened, everyone in the department had mastered it except him.
"Feel the energy radiating inside you, then try to imagine the appropriate way to lift the cup, and so you will wing"
She ran her hands through her wavy hair and with one look I could tell her pressure had risen because of him, it had been an hour and a half. And the total of her classes is two hours a day. "I apologize," she muttered quietly, not knowing if she had heard it or not.
He put his head on the table, feeling its coldness. His eyes turned to the wall painted with wheaten paint. He noticed it peeling from the corners, and I thought it was because of the high humidity.
He closed his eyes, "I want to find the best way to resume this class and leave at once." After a good time, he decided to use the usual method. In addition, he wanted to go to the bathroom quickly. The glass of milk he drank today was too big. When he noticed she had stopped praising one of the students, he raised his hand "Miss."
He wanted her to look at him alone, not for all the students to turn to him, "What does Lorenzo want?" She breathed visibly upset.
"I want to go to the bathroom," he replied, feeling the temperature in his cheeks. "What! I thought you had mastered something."
The laughter of the students increased, and gossip spread before his ears, "Is it possible that his loitering with that repressed had affected him?" This was followed by many laughs of irony and mockery.
Something he had always done when he didn't know the best way to say it, he raised his middle finger in their direction.
"You can get out of the department," she said angrily, followed by the loud ringing of the bell. "Thank you."
He carried his two bags with the feminine cup in his hands. He wanted to leave this section as quickly as possible. He did not want to stay in it for another second. He turned in search of the beast, hoping to find it in this short break, but after a search that lasted for five minutes, he discovered that if he walked more, he would come out of the square designated for the building in which he lived. He studies in it, "Oh, damn it!"
He approached one of the chairs opposite the flowering trees, resting his head on it. "Ah." He felt bitterness in the middle of his mouth and put his hands in his pocket, looking for a piece of candy or gum to help him get rid of this benign poison.
In remembrance of Al-Hamid, he remembered the biscuit that he found next to him when he woke up from his nap beside the perennial tree.
He opened the gray bag containing silver-colored drawings on the outside in the form of roaring bees, and picked up pieces of them, and he did not calm down until he put it in the middle of his mouth.
