"Wow, the sky is so clear these days. A stroke of blue paint above us."
"Yup, isn't it somehow satisfying to see?"
"Yeah, looks just like how we painted the sky like, literally blue. Few strokes of the same colour of that smaller paint brush before seeing a bigger one that we never realized it was there. (laughs and sighs) So innocent, weren't we?"
"(Laughs) Those were the days. Young and innocent. Our art teachers shouldn't have given us low grades back then."
"Yeah, it's like giving low grades for mother nature itself. Rude! (Laughs)"
"(Laughs) Imagine our art teacher has mother nature as her student and she gave low grades. Mother nature would complain to her family, which is, the solar systems or the universe. Now, our art teacher has to deal with not one or two from the group, but a whole big community beyond earth!"
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Both of the characters laugh loudly
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"Take that teacher! No principal is going to help you out this time."
"No way for sure."
"Well, if that happened last time, that would have been the highlight of the school. I'm sure other students these days have better teachers, right?"
"I don't know about that, but lets hope they meet and learn from good teachers."
"Hopefully."
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Talk To Me : Weather And Seasons
Short StoryThrough the all the weathers and seasons, there was something I get to know more each day, each time. A point of view that could way beyond then the eye meets, a feeling that never been told, but felt before making deja-vu more alive then ever.ixj
