The Photograph

Photography Class Sasha's View

"All righty, class! Take your seats, which ever one you pick is the seat you will have for the rest of the year. So pick wisely!" the teacher said with an annoyingly overjoyed tone since it was the first school day. And it was also the first class of the day, which just made it more annoying.
Great! I know no one. I just moved here from Illinois. I know I'm going to love L.A. and all of the photo opportunities! But still, it's so nerve wracking. I walked to the back of the classroom, so I wouldn't get noticed. That's when he walked in, tall, brown hair, athletic, and down right gorgeous! He had a cannon camera hanging around his neck with a large lens. He looked back in my direction – there were only two seats left next to me in the back. Then I noticed what must be his best friend walk in the room. He was somewhat tall and good on the eyes. They nodded to one another and walked to the back of the room where I was sitting. They took the seats on either side of me. The boy with the cannon camera spoke to me first, "Are you new around here?"
I replied, "Yes, actually I just moved here from Illinois."
"Oh, so you are a country girl, eh?"
"Well, sorta. Oh! You never told me your name. I'm Sasha by the way."
"Cole and that over there is my best friend Cooper."
I turned to look over at Cooper, smiled, and said hello. Cooper replied, "Hello from the other side!"
I chimed in, "I must have called a thousand times!"
Cole squeaked, "To tell you I'm sorry for everything that I'd done!" The three of us bursted into a fit of laughter, which was so loud that the teacher turned and asked,"Did I say something funny back there, Miss Lindt?"
Oops!
"No, ma'am! I was just making new friends! I'm sorry for disrupting!" I quickly replied. I sunk in my chair and tried to hide because I hated getting called out in class. "Sasha, it's okay. This teacher is pretty laid back, at least that's what my older sister told me," Cole said assuringly to me with a slight laugh. "Say, Sasha, when do you have lunch?"
"Um... right after my band class."
"And when is that?"
"Uh, fourth period," I said looking down at my school schedule.
"So fourth period, I'll see you at lunch. You're welcome to come sit with us if you'd like."
At that the bell rang for third period: Spanish.