The Girl Behind the Camera

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I sighed as I took another picture from my place from the bleachers. Some may think that I was just taking random to create memories. I assure you, I am.

Our quarterback, Lance Colon, flicked the ball to our wide receiver, Bryon Baker. Both the hottest players in our region. Also, the biggest jerks. And the best football players in state.

I didn't hate them, but I didn't like them. They dated anything that had boobs and lived. Dated as in making love. Making love as in "Lets have sex and then I'll dump you after!" Always the same. And then they would be haters-having anger towards everyone reaching success. Otherwise people who have real lives.

I had good grades, but not because I wanted to. My mother expected me to get above average. But that was only because she wanted me to have a wide variety of colleges to choose from.

I held my finger over the trigger, ready to capture an amazing play. I watched through the lens as Lance was ready to throw the ball, ducked a tackle, and decided to run it for a touchdown. I caught him ducking under the opposing team's linebacker. I had also taken a picture of Lance flipping over a couple of their players.

Another was Bryon catching a ball one handed. Another was Eric, our fullback, tackling a player on the other team from behind. The picture was perfect just like the others, not to sound like I am bragging.

The other pictures were of the cheerleaders doing their stunts and dances and cheers. I loved the ones where the flyers were spinning in the air. Even then they looked all angelic and graceful. I also took a photo of some of the marching band slipping in mud from the rainstorm yesterday. That was going on Facebook...

I deleted the blurry pictures and the ones I didn't like or think I could not fix. I was going to edit them so they looked better.

I followed everyone down the stairs of the bleachers and towards the parking lot. My black Beetle was parked on the other side of the street. The sooner I got home, the sooner I could finish with all of my homework and with all the photos.

I made it home a few minutes later, an advantage of living by the school.

I had a huge history project that I was almost done with. And then a writing paper and math work. I was finished in record time, probably the reason why I failed. I rushed through my homework...

I went into the dark room to set up my pictures. Hopefully they would develope right. But there was, like, a tiny percent that they wouldn't develope right.

I walked down the stairs to my bedroom in the basement. The whole floor was my bedroom. I closed the door and turned on the stereo to the station ninety-nine point nine. I danced and sang along to "Light 'Em Up" by Fall Out Boy. The song was catchy and was my favorite of all time, until someone makes another stupid, useless song that my dad would say that he didn't get.

I landed on my bean bag chair in the corner and went onto Facebook on my laptop. There was a friend request: Lily Jones. Ignore. She was a first class whore who slept with anything with a dick and a cute face. Unlike Lance and Bryon, she actually dated them. She was a needy girl, and she brought shame to all of us girls. So why would she want to add me? I don't really care.

Soon I was tired and jumped onto my bed after changing into shorts and a loose tank. I climbed under the big quilt that my grandma made before she died of breast cancer. I cherished it with my life and always was under it, even on the hottest nights. I turned my ceiling fan on medium. Yep, I'm one of those girls...

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"I'm leavin' for school, Pa!" There was no answer which told me he already left for his job at the hospital. He was a surgeon and was practically never home. But that was alright, I didn't mind. I knew he worked hard and it was for us. My brother and I had jobs too, him at a sport place, I don't even know what it was called or if it really existed, and me at JcPenny's. My younger brother and sister were too young to work sadly.