Photography Freak

Prologue

The hall was very messy and noisy. Well, it wasn't surprising cause I happened to realized that every single day. The students were shouting and running around as the cheerleader's squeels were echoing in the hall way. Everybody were so happy when the talked to each other like they've just met a long lost friend. I meant, come on. It was only summer holiday, dear humans. It wasn't that long. And besides, I am positive that they all meet each other at least twice on summer. Yes, this is the first day of school after summer holiday and it sucks. I hate being in school. It gives me creep. Everybody in this whole damn school thinks I'm a freak anyway, so why should i be here in the first place? 

The answer is simple. My grandmother owns this school and she doesn't want anyone to know that I'm her grand-daughter so people will treats me normally. I'm actually pretty grateful for that cause people wouldn't want to be my friend just so they can be my grandma's favourite student and get popular and all that crap. I don't really give a shit. So here I am, all alone with my camera. Standing awkwardly in the corner of the hall, waiting for the bell to ring and the class to be unlock. After standing for the longest ten minutes of my life, I can't help but turn on my camera and starts taking photographs of interesting things that I see. First, I noticed this cute newbie. I think he's sixteen or something. He looks about my age. He is wearing a hoodie with a huge 'COLDPLAY' sign written on it. And I loooooooooovvveeeee coldplay. Like seriously, who doesn't love Chris Martin's voice when he sings with his whole heart? And Guy Berryman is just too hard to resist.

What?

I'm a sixteen years old teenage girl who is straight by the way so just bear with it. I took a couple of candid pictures of him and of course, his awesome hoodie. As you can see, I am a photographer. Well, not a proffessional one but i will literally do anything to get a chance of being a proffessional photographer. It's my dream since my father gave me my first and favourite camera. He died two months after giving me that camera and UI just couldn't live without it now. It reminds me so much of my dad. He was the one who teached my about photography. He's actually a photographer. And since then I swore to myself that i would grow up to be a photographer. It was three years ago. I smile faintly of the memory of him. I miss him so much sometimes it hurts. But missing something is a part of making it a good memory, right?

"What are you smiling at, girly?"

"AAHH!" I turned around and saw this blonde guy that i never met before staring at me with wide eyes. "Oh my gosh, can you not do that? You scared the crap out of me, damn it"

"You can talk" he whispered, wtill with his super wide eyes staring at me creepily.

"Oh yeah? Wow! That's amazing, isn't it?" Yes, my sarcasm is pretty awesome.

"No, uh.. I t-though you-you're uh mute" 

"Right" I muttered. "Well, if you excuse me, I have to go take some photographs. See you later then. Or never? Whice ever you prefer" with that I gave him a mocking smile then walk away.

He was still staring at me with wide eyes. I can't blame him, though. He thought i was mute. Ugh, seriously? Whar is wrong with people these days? just because i don't talk much, it doesn't make me automatically a mute. I hate it when people just judge me like that. Who do they think they are?

Finally, the bell rings. Well, here comes nothing.