" You will write a paper. Write whatever you feel within. Don't worry no one will read it , not even me. We will put them in a small glass bottle and put them in the ocean. This will be done in the annual bonfire. Have it ready by Saturday , good luck" This where the only instructions our English teacher had left on the board to read. The substitute teacher glanced at our class after reading them aloud and gave us a small smile. She grabbed her phone and that was as much interaction she had with us. Photography had always been my way to send a message or express my feelings , so the assumption that this assignment was directly to me was very strong.
I bunched up a bunch of ideas in my head of what I could write. No need of any circumstances since no one would end up reading it. I turned my head to look around when I noticed the kid beside me was writing quit furiously. Quick anything , I thought to myself.
" Write about the meanings of your photography. What it means to you and why you do it. " A deep voice said behind me. I turn my head to look at the person who had spoken. Blake Heart. He smiled.
" Beautiful things like that don't come out of nowhere. They have to have a purpose . Feeling. ." He spoke again. I turn my head back to my paper. I was in a tiny sate of shock before the bell ringed , making me stand up from my desk and head out.
Blake Heart has the perfect name to represent him. He has every ones heart in his hands. He is the quarterback in our football team. His family is perfect. He is perfect in the sense of my high schools perspective. And I swear every teacher loves him. I sat down on the benches staring out into the football field where I could see him in the crowd of sweating boys. Number 9. Ironic since that was my lucky number. Now you must be wondering how I know his jersey number. Well apart from knowing him since middle school into his freshman year , who was the only one to make it into the football team , I had 4 best friends who you could say where a little boy kicrazy. Oh and I totally forgot to introduce myself. My names Violet Mandory , I am 16 years old , turning 17 in December. I go to Emarld County High School , and you might just know me as the girl who takes pictures of everything. Now the reason I was here in this football field was because I needed pictures of the football players. And no , it's not because I was boy crazy over them , but because I was in charge of the yearbook , and the football team always seem to be the highlight of it. I lifted up my camera , trying to find the right angel when a loud shout echo through the field.
" HEY WATCH IT" I turn around ,trying to find the source that was talking but something had hit me straight in the face knocking me down the benches one by one. I hit the grass , opening my eyes slowly to stare at the baby blue sky. I could hear footsteps coming my way and I wasn't sure if I should try to stand up , so I laid still. Someone had grabbed my camera and I was freaking out in the inside.
"Its fine sunshine. It landed on the grass. " A voice said. A tall figure appeared over me. It was a boy , who surprisingly I had never seen before. He had a small grin on his face , which I wasn't sure if it was because he was amused or was laughing inside. I slowly got up and grabbed the camera from his hand.
"Thank you" I smiled shyly. He gave me a small nod before walking away. I looked down at my camera to check that indeed it was in perfect conditions .
"You alright?" I turned around to now be faced , once again with Blake.
"I'm fine. " I smiled.
"Good. Maybe next time take the pictures from the tallest bench, then you get what you need and no need of any harm needs to be done. " He grinned , before running back to the team who where all looking at my direction. I blushed in embarrassment before heading out the field towards the parking lot. My mom was waiting there , when I got in the car.
"You okay? Seem a little shaken up . Were your yearbook adventures toooo risky ?" She teased.
" You wouldn't believe me if I told you. " I muttered under my breath.
"Mhhm okay honey " She grinned making me roll my eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Reading Between The Lines
Teen Fiction"I could name a million things I hate about you. " I said turning my back to him. "But you could name a million more you love about me about." He whispered in my ear , grabbing my waist.
