B.E. Oneshot Book ✔

My Inspiration

Story description:

Embry, a struggling photographer comes across something, or specifically someone, who opens her eyes to something new and exciting.
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Embry

I sighed as I made my way out of the front doors of my school. My best friend, Emira, my best friend was waiting on me by her car.

"Ready to go?" She asked.

I nodded, not having the energy to speak. I got in and buckled my seat belt.

"Lunch sucked today and I barely ate anything besides my banana so I'm starving. K.F.C?" Em asked.

I nodded staring out the window. She pulled out of the school parking lot and it only took 5 minutes until we got there.

"Come on, were eating inside." She said.

I just unbuckled my seatbelt and followed her. We ordered our food, picked a table, and sat down.

"Alright, spill." Em said, as I was about to take a bite of my chicken.

"Huh?" I said, confused.

"You haven't said a word since we got here, I know something's wrong, so spill. Don't lie to me either." She said sternly.

I huffed, knowing that I wasn't going to get out of this conversation, Emira can be very persistent when she wants to.

"I don't know. I've just been so...numb lately." I mumbled.

"Numb how?" She questioned.

"Like I just have no energy, no inspiration, at all." I sighed frusradely.

Emira frowned.

"How come?" She asked.

"That's the thing, I don't have a clue. I've been so unmotivated for about a week now." I said, ripping of a piece of chicken and shoving it into my mouth.

"And I'm angry because now I have to submit a picture onto this contest-"

"Contest?" Em questioned.

I sighed and met Emira's yellow-golden eyes.

"I entered a contest, a photo contest. We're supposed to take a photo of something that radiates energy, something symbolic, something...iconic." I told her.

Emira hummed, signaling me to continue.

"It's supposed to be a really big deal. An artist is supposedly going to be judging and picking the photo, and whoever's picture wins will be in an art museum. And if I win, that could really kick off my dream of being a professional photographer!" I explained.

Emira nodded.

"But now, that's not going to happen. Because I'm in a damn funk and I have no motivation to take any pictures. And when I do I feel like their not good enough." I sighed, rubbing my temple.

Emira gave me a sympathetic smile. I rubbed my temple irritably and sighed.

"I feel like I'm not good enough. I should've never signed up for that contest." I mumbled.

"Hey, come on now, don't say that. You are good enough Bri. And your photos are good, hell, their fucking amazing, so don't say they aren't." Em said.

"But-" I started.

"Aht!" Em said, cutting me off.

"No buts! Listen, I'm sure that whatever funk your in will eventually go away, and you'll be back to taking pictures that you love. You'll be back to being happy with your passion." She said.