Chapter 1

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August 13, 2012

It's the end of summer the beginning of the school year and sooner or later autumn will be here and she'll be excited. She gets to play with the leaves wear sweaters and drink hot cocoa all day that's excluding school and everything else but just enjoy the scenery of autumn and whatnot. Since theres about an hour before school starts she decides that she might as well enjoy the sunrise and take some pictures while she has the opportunity.

As she was walking through the forest towards a secret place she discovered a while back she began to take pictures of anything and everything that caught her attention. As she reach the peak of the hill, at the end of the miniature forest and the location of the secret place where nobody but me knows about She began to watch the sunrise and and take pictures of it.

In the middle of me taking pictures She heard noise sounding like a branch being broken in half by someone's foot. She whipped her head towards the sound to discovered the leaves being rattled as if the wind blew at them. She took a breath of assurance to assume that it was just the wind but She still had a feeling that someone was watching me.

She was right. There was someone there but they weren't there to kidnap her but to enjoy the scenery just like her but the sea to their amazement someone other than them know about the safe place. Thus, instead of taking pictures of what they went there for, they took pictures of the amazing view of which seemed to be her. To their amazement she stop taking pictures, lay down, stargaze and allow time to pass by. They continued to take pictures of her until they realized what time it was and made their way out of the forest and towards a destination that's unknown.

Without acknowledging her surroundings, suddenly her alarm went off letting her know school was going to start soon and she needed to make her way there. She began to pack her things and make her way to her 1967 Chevy Impala that she adores. After putting her camera bag in her trunk she started her car and make her to a place that most would say is life changing. School.

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Entering the hell ways of school was the last thing anyone would ever ask for but as everyone has been told you can't escape from the inevitable. Although it doesn't mean you have to enjoy it and if you have came across anyone who has this mentality then you haven't met her. She dreaded the very existence of the individual who created what they call "the school system" and why it was so important to the next generations to come. And without you wouldn't be able to live a neutral life, and other way to stay alive in their miulinieum was considered illegal and was consequential for their actions just to be able to live. But hey, the only good about Highschool to her was art class. The one place she can do something she lives in peace and quiet.

Before making her way to the one place she calls her safe haven, she quick pit stop to her locker to dispose of her unnecessary belongs for the next couple of hours until they are important for the next destination. As she was about to make her way to Art class she was halted by an unexpected visitor. He was someone she's never even interacted with although she hasn't interacted with anyone in that place. He seemed to inspect her appearance without any shame in doing so. She quickly averted her eyes from him without at least sneaking a glimpse of his features. It was she wasn't going to be able to forget about without a lot of her special drink she was most likely go to chug down that night.

She liked the idea that nobody would pay attention to her as if she's invisible. It allowed her to feel safe in the world in some unexplainable way that even she didn't have a reason for. She allowed herself to be captivated by the very existence of her paintbrush and a sheet of paper and allowed her mind to takeover.

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Half way through the school day she was able to avert all eyes from her and escape the self introduction she has to go through every year. Lunch was another time where she do something she could do and it wasn't eating food. It was just to escape from going to the cafeteria and enjoy scenery of the outside world from under her favorite tree. She calls the tree "Mother Oak" due to the fact it allowed her to be protected and nurtured by it when ever she needs to be and a nurturing mother was something she never had.

She began to unpack her lunch that consisted of an orange, caesar salad with chicken, and a large bottle of water. Along with eating her lunch, she went through her camera to look at the pictures she took earlier in the day. Not acknowledging a certain someone taking pictures from afar but in eyesight view. She only noticed them until she looked and see them taking the pictures and smiling at what they got a snap of. Her.

She became infuriated with the individual who had the audacity capture something she thought was personal. Her. She began to pack her half eating lunch away and as she was about to make her way to her car to hide herself from the "personal paparazzi" after she either demanded the pictures to be erased or steal SIM card without breaking it in half she felt the presence of someone near her. When she looked just a couple of seconds ago she wanted to cut their head now she is wishing she never looked up in the first place.

They were standing right in front of her holding her water bottle in their hand. "This is one hefty water bottle you got here." They said with chuckle. Not knowing what to say the only thing that could come out of her mouth was "Yea". They were still in the same position with only she was looking down at her hands. They not knowing what to do but just stand there rocking back and forth their heals decided to break the ice. "I hope it's okay that I took pictures of you. You being in this specific spot caught my attention and told myself to take snap of this masterpiece. Oh, would you mind if I take more?" Not even waiting for her response they had their camera ready to take even more pictures. With realizing what was about to happen her eyes became wide from realization and shouted "No! Delete those, Now!"

Shocked and a little terrified their response was "If you know how a camera works and I know you do because that camera you have, you know that in order to do completely delete them I need a computer. So your 'now' will be a couple of hours from now when I'm home with a computer." She groaned in aggravation knowing that they were right and finished packing up her stuff aggressively, went to her car, locked the doors and screamed letting out all her anger. Even though she left, in the same spot stood them looking at the pictures they took of her not to long ago. Looking at those pictures want them to plaster them all over the school for everyone to see the magnificent creature in their natural habitat. Her.

Standing there looking at the pictures of the girl was so oblivious to their surroundings not knowing "Locker Guy" was hiding in the shadows watching both of them the whole time. While they were still looking at the pictures the bell rung signifying it was trying to finish the rest of the school day. She surprisingly also heard the bell and made her way to the school to endure in the day. All she did was make her to the library for her 2 free periods. None of her classes were necessary since all her credits were in and filled but she liked the idea of taking her favorite classes again this year.

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She was in her room in silence with her incense lit and her special juice in her hand so she she could forget all of the unnecessary things that happened that day. Her friend Jack Daniels. While she was chugging down the bottle, they were debating on whether or not they should delete all the picture they've took of her. Seeing her existence was a gift because she was flawlessly always camera ready which made them somewhat jealous. On the other hand, Locker Guy was replaying the memories of them enjoying the sweet bliss story he was going to have after what is soon going to happen.

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