“Hello may I speak with Ms. Alexandria Pipers?”
“This is she.”
“Yes I am calling from the hospital, I would like to inform you that your parents have gotten in a car accident. They died on impact.”
I was 13 at the time. I never even got to say goodbye. I was immediately shipped to an orphanage. The only things in my pockets where fifty bucks, my camera, and a bag of clothes. I am now 16. I refuse to go to school or anything that’ll force me to talk to people. I spend all day, everyday, taking pictures. At the end of everyday I get them developed. Then would hang them on the walls of my room at the orphanage. Eventually i ran out of room. So i begged for a spare room. And i recived one. I started to fill books with them.
I love my photography.
Its my life line.
But even sometimes it can get me into trouble.
But then again, sometimes, trouble can be a little fun.
