I'm startled awake by the ringing alarm on my phone. Lifting my head away from my desk table, drool sticks to the corner of my mouth. Great, another Monday. Yawning into a stretch, my body sore from the awkward sleeping position I was in. I've got to stop with these late nights.
Once at school, with my large coffee from speedway in one hand and my camera in the other, I head towards first hour.
My first three hours are different classes on photography so mornings arnt that bad.
"Hey Claire, how was your weekend?" Zore, my punk goth friend says with a grin. He's about to tell me all about his wild party filled weekend and fantastic one night stands like he does every Monday.
"Mine was fine, Zore how was yours?"
His real name is Joe but everyone calls him Zore. He beat up the last kid who tried calling him his real name, so everyone's accepted it.
Just then the door opens and I glance up. I've never seen this girl before. Curiously I examine her, toning Zore's grand story out. She's wearing high waisted skinny jeans and a floral half top, showing part of her belly. Over all this was a light brown shawl flowing with her long blonde wavy hair. She looked like the goddess of peace and love if you ask me.
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Darkness Fading
RomanceA seventeen year old depressed photographer is caught in a dark filtered view of life, taking photos of dead roses at dusk. Just when life seems to have no purpose, she meets fun loving Lilah and falls in love with her cheerful charm. Will Lilah bri...
