The Photo Project (#Wattys2014)

1:The Project

"Oh C'mon, Isobel. It can't be that bad, can it? I mean.. Sure you'll have to walk around all day with sauce on you.. But.. It um.. Looks good?" My friend nervously let out.

I laughed lighly and stared at myself in the mirror. My god, I looked like some cat that found food in a garbage can. I winced and awkwardly moved a bit.

I had sauce in places that sauce shouldn't be.

"Gah! I can't believe that barbie wanna be did this to you! I swear.. If I get my hands on her, I'll.." She continued rambling, walking out the door. I'm not sure she even knew she was walking..

I sighed and tried to get all the sauce out of my hair. I rinsed it off with the sink in the girls bathroom, watching as the red substance went down the drain.

I pulled my head up, wringing my hair out. This will have to do.. I thought.

I didn't have any other clothes in my locker, and i didn't want to wear my stinky gym uniform for the rest of the day. I wouldn't torcher anyone with that.

I wiped at the sauce a bit more as I walked out the door, looking around for Grace. I sighed for what seemed like the millionth time today. She was probably already in class.

I started on my way to photography class. It was definantly my favorite class. I just loved taking pictures of the world. Every picture was a pause in time that you could always look back on.. They were each a symbol for something, no matter how big or small. With one smilple click of a button.. Bam. You have one special moment.

I remembered when I realized I loved photography. I had been about 11 at the time. I was walking around, just enjoying the simple things in life with my family.. My dad and mom had been holding hands, the sun hitting perfectly at the sweet gester. And then suddenly, I wished I had a camera.

I cleared my head, trying to get to class faster. The sauce was starting to get crusted and smelly. Ew..

I groaned and walked through the door, trying to keep a smile on my face.

Chase was in this class as well.. My boyfriend.

He spotted me and smiled, waving me over. I hesatently walked over, my smile turning into a nervous grimance.

"So. I called you last night.. You didn't pick up. You okay?" He asked, hand gripping my arm.

I nodded and looked away slightly. I wanted to roll my eyes and yell, Yea! I know you did! You called fifty times! I was ignoring you! So take your stupid face and leave me alone!

But that wouldn't be apropriate. Especially in this small class. It consisted of about twelve people.

Chase's hand tightened even more around my arm, making me wince. I had always bruised easily.

"Good afternoon class! How are we today?" Our teacher, Ms. Casey asked.

She was a very beautiful woman. She was in her late twenties. She had been teaching here for a few years. And she adored photography, it was what she did during class time. We could be taking a test, and she'd just be walking around, snapping pictures. I'm surprised she hasn't gotten in trouble for it.

She had brown hair, with natural hazelnut brown streaks. Her eyes were a beautiful green that I had never seen before. She was around five foot five, a little short, but it made us more comfortable around her. She acted just like a teen too, so it was like she was just another teen teaching this class.

A few grunts and 'I'm good's" came from the people around me, answering her question.

"So! Let's start off today with a quote." She pulled her quote book from under her desk and smiled at us.

She always did this. It was one of my favorite parts of the day.

"'Insanity; doing the same thing over and over again, and expecting a different result.' This is another one of Albert Einstiens amazing quotes" She closed her book and sat down.

I thought about that. I was with Chase.. I thought he could change. I thought I could change him. So I kept coming back to him.. Expecting something different to happen..

"Alright guys. So as we all know, this is a school.. So I have to follow rules." She paused, laughing lightly at some of the students grunts. "I'm supposed to be assighning partners for a project. This project will cause you to have to get to know your partner. Now I know that this is a small class, but I'm sure that a lot of you havn't really talked to eachother. So I'll try the best I can to pare you up with a good partner."

We all looked around at eachother confused. Don't get me wrong.. I didn't mind being paired up with any of these people. They all seemed nice enough.. It was just.. Well I was quiet.. The outsider. I only one friend. And that was Grace. I wasn't really a social person..

"Now I'll give you your partners, and then explain what you'll be doing. Dana, your with Cole. Samantha and Rachel, you guys will be partners."

She went on until she came to my name. She smiled and looked at me.

"Isobel Loving. You'll be partners with Hayden Arcane."

I looked around and found the only seat that was empty next to a guy.

I smiled slightly and held my hand out. "Isobel."

He kept his head down, drawing on a piece of paper. My eyebrows furrowed as I put my hand down.

"Alright then. So here's what you'll be doing. If you don't remember, you can pick up a piece of paper with the directions on it on the way out." She pased, making sure we all heard her before continuing. "You will be getting to know your parnter. You will write a report about them, along with making a collage of images of them. I'm sure all of you will do a great job. Just make sure that the report is at least a page long, and that the collage has at least 10 photos. This project will be due by the end of the semester. Have fun! And this is going to count as half your grade. So if I were you, I'd make sure to do this."

She sat down and took out her camera. I think she was looking through images.

I looked back at my partner. "Whatcha drawing?" I asked, looking over so I could see it.

He just ignored me, continuing to drag his pencil along the paper.

I myself like to draw. But I was more of a photographer. Sure, I liked drawing.. But taking pictures.. It was just amazing. I did draw though in my spare time.

But the thing I was worried about?

It wasn't that I smelled bad. It wasn't that I had sauce on me because of Barbie wanna be.. I was worried about my grade. This project was worth fifty percent of my grade..

How was I supposed to pass when my partner didn't even talk to me?

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