I hate selfies.
I can't even begin to explain how much that term
gets on my nerves. Seeing people take them or even
speaking of them irritates me. It doesn't aggravate
me or anger me, it merely irritates me, and there is
a specific reason why.
It was my sixteenth birthday, and my parents had
finally given me the phone I had been asking and
begging for. Though it was also the summer time,
so I wasn't too eager to spend my days peering into
the screen of a device. Most of my days were spent
in the forest adjacent to our yard. I liked to spend
time there often due to the serene and quiet feel of
nature. There was a soothing creek that echoed
through the woods. The intriguing aspect is that I
could never seem to find this creek. It had always
evaded me, I only experienced the unforgettable
noises of it.
As I sat by my favorite tree, I drew up some of the
forest landscape around me. My hand traced the
textures of the lofty trees, but soon made an
unexpected scribble. I was alerted and my hand
jutted out uncontrollably. Someone had messaged
me. The text read: "Where are you?" One of my
friends was asking. I decided that rather than
replying I should send a picture.
I decided to pull out my phone and take a selfie. I
decided not to send it to him as I soon became
engaged in the natural beauty surrounding me. I
swiftly began snapping pictures of myself all over
the woods. I was in trees, in the leaves, and even by
some odd looking plants. Before I noticed the clock
I recognized the daylight escaping me. It had hastily
become dusk and I had to head back home.
After eating dinner I headed to my room to look
through the pictures I had taken. I plugged in my
phone and opened the folder with ease. I scrolled
through each picture, laughing at some of the faces
I had made. When I got to the twenty-seventh
picture I was startled by something peculiar. All I
could see was a black screen. There was no image,
not even a time stamp in the lower left corner. I
found it quite odd, because even if I had just left my
finger over the lens there still would be a time
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