The picture she took...

The picture she took (2)

The day stretched on and somehow I lost a track of time. It felt as though I've been sitting on the ground for quite some time. Finally I snapped out of whatever daze I have found myself in and stood up. Dusting myself off I muttered incoherent stuff about hot people being jerks and walked over to the bench where my book bag and camera bag were left forgotten. I grabbed both of the bag handles but my book bag slipped from my hands and all of the contents fell on the ground. I groaned and leaned down to collect my things that scattered around on the dirty path. I was glaring at the ground when I heard a smooth voice from above me.

 "Do you need help?" I looked up slowly only to be met with a blond boy with light blue eyes. Not ice blue like that jerk from before but a lighter shade, almost a baby blue. He was kinda hot. And what the hell was with meeting hot people in this park?!

 I narrowed my eyes at him. If he was a jerk like the previous guy I saw , I seriously considered kicking him in his tight ass. "Depends. Are you a jerk?" Yes I might have sounded stupid but seriously what are the chances of meeting two guys in one day, both of them being totally hot but also incredibly arrogant?! I'll tell you, the chances are high. And what are the chances of me losing my patience?! Higher than that. Luckily he laughed wholeheartedly. Yes, he didn't smirk arrogantly or furrow his brows in irritation instead he laughed.

 "Actually, I'm not a jerk." He said and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

 "Well, then I need help." I said lamely. I really did need help. He just nodded and crouched down to help me collect my things. When we were done, he passed me my things. I mumbled a low thank you while I stuffed my things into my book bag.

 "I'm Andrew" He said as he outstretched his hand, offering me to shake it. I looked at his hand the up to his face to see if he was serious. He laughed upon noticing my look. "I told you I'm not a jerk."

 I smiled too and decided that he really wasn't a jerk like that other guy. I offered my hand and shook with his as I offered him my name. "Carly. Nice to meet you."

 "Likewise" He said as he released my hand from his iron like grip. "Well, Carly it was really nice meeting you but I have to go now. I'll see you around."

 "Yeah, I have to go too. See ya." I said and turned on my heel, walking towards my Impala. I unlocked my car and threw my bags on the passengers seat. Well more like I threw my book bag and gently placed my camera bag. If anything should happen to my camera...wait we've been over this before right?

 I put the keys in the ignition and heated the engine before reviving it and driving away. I hoped my mother wouldn't pester me too much about where I've been. But I could always say I was in the library doing some research about the upcoming Biology project. Yeah, that would work cause I've always been an excellent liar. And besides, if I didn't say that what else would I say? 'Hey mom, yeah I've been in the park taking pictures even if you told me rather blatantly this morning that I am grounded. Oh you know what else I met two hot guys today and one of them kinda-sorta threatened to break my jaw with his rather ugly shoes. Yeah it was awesome.' Yep, that would definitely work. Note the sarcasm there.

 I arrived home sooner then I had intended. I guess thinking about my mom yelling at me made me drive faster. If she continues to yell at me for basically nothing who knows what'll happen, I might learn how to fly a jet and break the sound barrier.

 I parked my beautiful impala in the driveway as I always did and took the keys out of the ignition. Slowly I made my way into my house where I just knew that my mom was waiting for me to arrive. With a sigh I opened the door and entered that hell hole. You see in a way it really was a hell hole cause my parents were either fighting and when they weren't they'd pick on the smallest things to fight with me. Yes, there were times when we looked like a normal family but other times we just couldn't stand being near each other.

 "Hello mom" I greeted my mom who was sitting in the dining room. Slowly she looked up at me and just nodded. That was kinda of strange cause I thought that she would probably bite my head off or something.  "Mom, are you alright?" I asked as I went over to her and sat in the chair next to hers. She had that solemn look in her grey eyes that remained partially hidden by her brown rimmed glasses.

 "Yes I'm fine. It's just that" She sighed and continued "Your father has to go on a business trip. That's all." She smiled at me sadly and patted my hand.

 "It's not a big deal mommy. He'll be back." I tried to reassure her but it didn't really work. I knew there was much more then just that but my mom didn't seem comfortable enough with the subject to tell me. So I just nodded and went to my room, giving my mom the time she needed to sort her thoughts.

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 School was not something I was particularly fond of despite my good grades. It was just a waste of time and effort because really, it's the same song every day. Brandy and Brittany would always tease me, Brandon and Bryson –what is it with evil people making my life miserable whose name started with a B? It's a conspiracy, a conspiracy I tell you!- would always find a way to make my life miserable and embarrass me, Mr. Kingsley our English teacher would always give me a hard time and I would always eat on the grass in front of the school. So why waste my time going to school when I know what's going to happen beforehand. Still, I understood it was compulsory and that I had to push through no matter what. So it was a dead end for me. I always chanted to myself 'One more year Carly. It will be better.'

 With a sigh, I entered the school and lazily walked through the halls and walked towards my locker. You see these lockers aren't like regular lockers, they're kinda special to me cause every time something bad happens to me it happens right here; in front of my locker. Also, in front of these lockers boys usually ask girls to a school dance, girls flirt with boys, nerds reread their notes from the previous day, teachers give detention and bullies well...they bully in front of these lockers. Yep, they will always hold a special place in my heart...that is until I finish high school and burn these suckers! Pyro-Carly to rescue. Nah, I'm just joking but the lockers are in the center of the events.

 2-3-9-0 The combination to my locker. I turned the padlock which resonated with a strong clicking sound and popped it open. I wasn't the fangirl type so my locker wasn't covered with posters and newspaper cut outs with the hottest stars but I did however cover it with pictures taken by the dear ol' me with my dear ol' camera. Wait...did I just sound like a grandma there?

 Mr. Kingsley was the worst teacher and wasn't really on my list of preferred teachers so it would only seem fair if he gave us the most homework thus I had to carry A LOT of books to his class. Yes, I like to read books and all but Homer?! Come on, give the guy a rest, he's been dead for over 20 centuries. So anyway, as I was pulling out my enormous copy of the Odyssey and that book together with Iliad and almost all of my belongings had to fall down to the ground scattering in big piles of papers. (duh, no kidding!)

 I groaned and crouched down to collect my things cause there was no one in this school that was willing to help me. I was mumbling incoherently something about life being too hard on me and stupid homer and his books for having to fall out of my locker. As I was mumbling and picking up my papers I touched something that was not a paper. 'Hmm that's strange.' I thought as I pushed the papers aside to see what my hand had touched. At a closer inspection it seemed like a shoe. I would have shrugged it off and continue to collect my piles of papers had it not been a rather familiar shoe. At first I couldn't put my finger on it. I looked up and my emerald eyes clashed with ice blue ones and suddenly the realization about the owner of the said shoe, dawned up on me. And it all made sense.