More Than a Picture

Chapter 1

I walked over to my makeup table staring at the reflection of a lonely teen who spends all of her free time on the Internet or behind a camera. Oh wait. That's me.
I just got back from school dreading it the whole day just hoping to get home so I could grab my camera and head down below the Brighton pier and hopefully get some shots of the fresh waves seeping into the cracks of the multicoloured beach pebbles.
But before I do that I should probably check my blog.
On my blog I'm known as ShyCloudxx and that's because I want to stay anonymous (because they don't know that my name is actually Shai just spelled differently).
Well by "they" I mean the 2 followers I have because I made my blog last night because I want it to kind of be like a diary or something. Like maybe I could actually give advice from the things I've been through, and see if anyone has been through it too.

I grab my laptop from my desk and go and plop onto my bed.

Once I pull up my blog I notice that I've gained a follower but these are normally people who have businesses that follow you so you can possibly buy their stuff.
But this person commented on my "Hello There World!" post that I made at 1:03 am last night/this morning..oops.
Anyways I just basically introduced myself and gave some weird facts about me and I asked at the end of the post "What's a weird fact about you? c:"
The person who left the reply is called "PastelUnicorn337" and she commented.

A weird fact about me is that I can bend my fingers back to my wrist!

I laugh out loud to her response and reply back to her.

OMG! That sound so cool/gross! I wouldn't ever be able to do that! Xx

I read over the sentence about 2 times and the click the send button.
I smile and then close my laptop, hop off my bed and grab my camera.
I really want to get some artsy shots of someone walking down the beach line, so I ring up my best friend Riley. Riley lives just a few houses down my road and he and I have known each other since primary school. He is a tall, slim, gay teen (we have actually gotten closer because he came out to me a couple years back when his dad was giving him a hard time about it.) who has an unbelievably quirky fashion sense that all seems to go together perfectly.

The line tone rings a couple times until I hear his ever so peppy, yet deep, voice on the other end.

"Well hello there Shaister!"
I laugh, "Hi! Do you think you can walk down here so we can head near the pier and I can get some artsy pictures to put up on my blog?"

Riley is the only person that I told about my blog because since he's my best friend he's ought to know because we're so close anything I write on the blog he would already know.

"Sure thing! I'll head down in about 10 minutes."
"Okay, See you then!"

The phone goes silent so I end my side of the call, and place my phone in my back pocket.
I grab my camera by its strap and place it over my head, around my neck.
I run down the stairs and see my Mum and Dad sat on the couch watching TV.

"Hey, is it okay that I head down to the pier with Riley? I'll be back by-"
I look down at my watch and see that it's 4:57.
"I'll be back by 8 o'clock."

"Yeah that's alright just don't get killed." My dad says to me without looking away from the TV with a smirk on his face.

"I'll try!" I say playing along slipping outside the front door, "Bye!"