The Art Lessons

My mom wanted her sons to be swimmers. One of those sons hated water and pretended to be allergic to it. So, the other was forced into swimming. Unfortunately, that was me.

After the horrible Trip to Water Hell, my mom signed me up for Art lessons.
She stood near our car and looked excited "Guess what? I just signed you up for Art Lessons."
Those two words were enough to scare a seven year old. I ran around our front yard screaming. My mom caught me after five minutes of chasing.
"Okay. That was a good chase. Now let's go."

We arrived at a white building. There were many women by the Parking lot. They were my mom's friends and were waving at our car. My mom was going to wait for me until I got back from the class.
I walked in with my backpack. With me were a few more kids. All being forced into something called Art.

After walking around for a few minutes, I found a seat and set all my paints on the table. A guy arrived. He looked at all of us and said "Hello kids. Welcome to your art lessons. For the first lesson, you can draw whatever you like..."
I started painting. Mr. Art teacher kept walking around and commenting on everybody's art. Finally, he arrived at my table.
"That's a really nice painting of..." he stared at the paper for a few minutes. "a dog holding a stick in his hand and blowing fire from his mouth?"
"Actually, that's a dragon. See, he's destroying the city here and that's a building in his hand. It happens to be the place where my neighbor works."
"Oh, okay." Mr. Art teacher was shocked. He looked at my painting again and said "Very good. You may continue."

After one hour, I was done with my painting. Mr. Art teacher wanted everyone to bring their paper to the front. I was really excited to show him my finished art. My turn arrived and I walked to him with it.
He looked at it closely and said "So, you've added a few more buildings at the back and... a huge cow?"
"That's not a cow," I smiled at Mr. Art teacher. "It's a dragon. He was called by the first dragon since there was a lot more to destroy."
"Alright. And what's with all these monkeys?"
"These are people running around. If you look closely, there is one man holding a banner."
He looked at the drawing closely and read out the lines-

HELP! My Office was just eaten by a Dragon. Now, another Dragon is headed to my house. I wonder who told them about me.
Mr. Neighbor

"So, you were the one who told them about Mr. Neighbor?"
"Exactly..." I smiled at Mr. Art teacher. He handed my drawing after giving it a C and drew a grumpy expression on it.

"Now, I want you all to draw a flower. Remember to make it colorful and use only light shades. Alright, begin..."
Mr. Art teacher again decided to walk around and comment on paintings. He arrived near my table and screamed "Oh my god! What hideous thing is that?"
"That's the first dragon holding a flower."
"And this ugly head?" he pointed at the corner of the paper.
"That's the second dragon peeping inside the picture. They are giving this flower to Mr. Neighbor as a gift."

Everything that happened next took place in slow motion. Mr. Art teacher set down my drawing and looked at me "The dragon in this picture looks like a huge bird that's not been eating for a year. Son, you'll never be an artist."
The last part was enough to make me upset. That triggered my seven year old hands to pick the paintbrush and paint Mr. Art teacher's face.

I was escorted out of the building. Mr. Art teacher's face was all colorful. He handed my mom the drawings. Then, he gave us looks and left.
My mom had planned on showing my drawings to Mrs. Neighbor. After looking at the banner, she knew it wasn't a safe thing to do.

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