Chapter 3- Photography

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I find myself being outside of my class, I look through the glass and see everyone already sat down I take a deep breath and give myself a quick pep talk.

'Okay Erika, you're fine just go!'

So as I just told myself I timidly walk over to my seat looking at the ground twiddling my thumbs.

My teacher Mrs. Adams notices I don't look my usual happy self (since I love photography), and she pulls me aside I try to reassure her I'm fine and just want to get on, she looks at me knowing I'm not fine gives me a large 'huff' and then says,

"Okay Erika, just go sit down"

As I am doing my photo montage I start picking out all the bright colours and fixing them together; and as I'm doing this a weird thought arises to my head, and it's about Bailey and how sexy he looked when he first gave me that disgust look; I find myself smirking at the thought and realise what a strange sensation I'm having here like one I've never had, I see out the corner of my eye people are starting to look at me as I'm quietly smirking to myself, so I dismiss the thought immediately and carry on with my montage.

It seems like forever just being sat in one class trying to catch up on my work.

I really try to quickly finish my montage and move onto the next and the stress is killing me, I slowly move my hands to my face and lie face down on the desk trying to breathe, and think about how nice it would feel to be happy, and not feel how shit I do all the time.

I slowly lift my head up and edge my eyes open, I notice everyone in the class has gone?

"Mrs. Adams?" I squeal inquisitively.

"Yes Erika, you must have fallen asleep, I let everyone else go to break I let you stay as you didn't seem your self today"

I stare wide-eyed at her in panic.

She then reassures me that it's all okay and will be fine.

"So Erika, what's been wrong with you lately?"

"I've just been tired, well uh I've not been sleeping"

She nods at me asking no more, like she knows the problem and gives me a note that reads..

'School councillors office, floor B'

I look down and scowl for a few seconds and then I just leave for my now lessened break.

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