Dreamer. [joshler]

two. First Class

I felt the sunlight through my eyelids and immediately sat up, stretching and yawning. I jumped up from my bed and walked over to my closet. I slipped on a white tee and regular skinny jeans, taking my phone out of my other jeans pocket. Today was the day, I was so excited. It's my first class, another step closer to pursuing my dream. I stuffed my phone in my pocket and dashed into my kitchen, grabbing a granola bar. I only ate half of it before tossing it out, rushing back into my room. I grabbed my wallet and slung my camera bag over my shoulder

Just as I was about to exit my apartment I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I pulled it out to check my notifications, I had a text. It was from Ian, my ex. My heart fluttered slightly, it was my weekly check. Every week Ian would text me to check my weight loss, he said I couldn't get back with him until I lost enough weight to his liking. I was never over weight, my doctor always said I had the perfect weight and shape for someone my size and age. But I stopped going to the doctor after he left, I stopped for him. I still loved him, I was devastated when he left me. I would do anything to get him back, so Im losing weight for him like he wanted. I was hopeful that I would satisfy him this week.

Ian: Picture.

I obeyed and walked into my bathroom, setting my camera bag on the counter by the sink. I pulled the camera up on my phone and carefully lifted my shirt, revealing my stomach and a little above. Turning to the side, I snapped a quick picture and sent it to him.

Tyler: How'd I do?

Ian: Pathetic. Try harder, lose more.

I sighed and put my phone back in my pocket, I didn't know how to try harder. I grabbed my camera bag and headed out the door, shaking my head to clear it. I looked up at the sky and breathed in the morning air, it was beautiful once again. The sky shined bright baby blue, wisps of clouds ghosted over. The yellow taxi cabs whizzed by, pedestrians dressed in dull and colorful clothes passed. I just over the few steps in front of my door and trotted down the sidewalk, the joyous feeling I had felt when I woke up creeping back. I smiled brightly to anything and anyone I saw, baring my crooked teeth.  The warm air breezes against my skin, I was happy again.

Before I knew it the photography studio was right in front of me. I smiled up at the sign, grabbing the door. I was met with a rush of cold air as I swung it open. I walked up to the front desk, the same nice lady from yesterday greeted me with another wide smile. I returned.

"Name?" She asked politely.

"Tyler." I grinned.

She typed into her computer, stopping to watch it for a second. Her face lit up as she looked up at me.

"You're just on time for your first class." She beamed.

I felt a small knot form in my stomach, I was nervous but very excited for my first class. I watched her as she walked out from behind the desk and guided me down a hall. I awed at the beautiful pictures hanging from the walls, amazed at the little sets that were set up for photo shoots. I wanted to study them and figure out what every tool and instrument did, how it worked. But I tore my gaze away when we entered a small room, it was simple and didn't have pretty photos like from the hallway. A lone plant stood in one corner of the room, its leaves contrasted against the white walls.

Off to the side of the room stood a tall man, fiddling with a device. It was Josh, my teacher. The knot in my stomach grew a little, I felt slightly anxious. Josh's head snapped up from toying with the device standing up from the floor, he looked over at me and the woman and smiled sweetly. I returned. I hadn't even noticed the woman who helped me to the room had left until I felt the empty air behind me. I stepped closer to Josh and the instrument he had in front of him, my eyes lit up when I realized what it was.