Dream Catcher

Chapter 2~ Tranquille

Hi guys its soph, I was just wondering if anyone reading this likes it can you please pass it onto other people and like/vote.

Ash pov:
It's nice having a day off sometimes, well half a day. the birds chirp in my ear as a stroll threw the park desperately trying to find something to photograph. BUZZZZ

From HAZZ:
So what is a pretty girl like you do on a Saturday after work??"

It has been almost a week since I saw the boys at the shoot and I really was not expecting a text back.

To HAZZ:
Depends what it means to you?
(Nice profile name, didn't realise it was you)

I continue to walk down the scattered path, my brogues tapping the floor with every step. suddenly I spot a perfect picture, the sun rays hit the dewy morning grass causing the spectrum to illuminate from the tiny blades. I assemble my camera and snap a picture, something familiar vibrates against my leg.

From HAZZ:
Well if you are free later on then maybe we could go out on a date? And thanks snaps 😉

This boy is so intriguing the way that when I first met him my whole body seized up an my palms went sweaty,and the way that I first saw him on the bench at the park. He is not my usual type, the long hair, tattoos and high profile but there is just something about him. If my mum where here now she would say "Ashlynn Sydney Emerson you better get over yourself otherwise I will have to go talk to this boy myself", i miss her. Being away from home for so long can be hard Sometimes, especially when I miss my brother.

To HAZZ:
Yeah that sounds cool. Snaps💁?

Being out here in LA is hard for me, especially leaving my brother back at home in London. My family is pretty messed up my mum got pregnant with my older brother, Cory when she was just 20 and now he is 24, I suppose that it was hard for her but I have no sympathy for the fact that she was a stone cold drug addict. Four years later I was born my mum Cleo and my dad James where all loved up until he walked out on her, the drugs came back an so did her addiction. Five years later my other brother Finley was born to Cleo and Brad, Brad was abusive and used to do things to us until one day he got all the money he wanted and left. As before my mum kept on with the drugs when I was 10 Cory was 14 and Finn was 5 my mum left , forcing us to live with my Nan, Josie. I don't know where my mum is now but she is pretty messed up, a 44 year old with three children to three dads and a massive drugs problem.

From HAZZ:
Meet me at 'la bou chin' at nine, wear something pretty😉
Ps: snaps~the camera📷

To HAZZ:
Sure thing curly🙊

I suppose I am quite lucky of my success in ret-respect I came from a Broken home so I must have done something well. when I was 13my nan bought me a camera and book for my birthday, and that is where it all began. I started to draw things from the tv or my nans magazines and then I began taking photos. I joined the school art programme and a few years later Damien scouted me and here I am now, I learnt a valuable lesson then if you want something do it yourself.

Thanks guys! It is going quite well but I have had nick for a while and now I have so many ideas they won't all fit In my head.!!!

Soph
xxx