Oh my god was all I thought staring up at the smiling Liam. I felt a rush of relief at his happy expression. ‘At lest he’s smiling now’ I thought. I remember him being so miserable all the time. So empty and lost; that’s when he met me. He was being kicked around beaten, and I was curious about the yelling. So I ditched the boring girls in the sand box and made my way over to the commotion. I was surprised shocked and astonished at what these kids were doing to this poor boy. “Hey!” I yelled and shoved one “leave him alone” I yelled and started pulling the kids by the collars. I wasn’t afraid; I don’t know why I mean I would’ve been but something inside me made me more worried than afraid. Soon enough all the kids retreated, and I sat beside the beaten boy. He sat up wiping the blood from his lip; as I got a better look at him. He was quite dorky looking to be honest, but there was something about him.
“Are you okay?” I ask as I pull out a tissue handing it to him. He nodded and sighed “yeah I’m okay” for the rest of the time it was quiet. I looked down at the green grass listening to the children laugh and play. “Do you want to come to my house for some snacks?” I ask and he looked over to me almost surprised. “Yeah” he said and I smiled; he smiled meekly back at me.
I held up my camera and snapped a picture of the boy, and smiled. I bet he doesn’t remember me much. If he did he probably doesn’t care. It was such a long time ago. I moved after 8th grade. All the fans around me started to quiet down as Louis began to speak. I stood there watching Liam longingly. When suddenly I herd my name, ‘Audrey Jane Dillins get over here right now!” Shouted Karen, her voice was always mother like when she was mad at me, and it was also the loudest. Louis stopped midsentence and everyone looked at Karen. My heart stopped and I felt my cheeks redden. “Audrey?” Liam spoke aloud as if remembering something. ‘Oh no; Karen look what you got me into!’ I thought. I sighed and called “Sorry Karen!” and ran toward my friend. Whisking her away before I got anymore embarrassed, “What the heck, Karen?!” I shouted as she giggled “Honey, you’re nineteen and in collage, say hell” I curled my lip my cheeks warming. “I hate cussing.” I simply stated before walking away from Karen.
The rest of the day I carried on taking pictures. Nothing special as always, but one picture was a beauty. The one I took of Liam; might actually be my winning picture.
