The Photo Exhibit

I held up the picture in my hand. It was her. I couldn't help but smile at the image of her in front of me. Heck, there were tons of pictures of her on my wall. My friends used to tell me that I was getting obssesed with her, acting like some psychopathic stalker. But I didn't care, watching her smile lightened up my day and I feel as if I was floating in the air just watching her from afar like I always do. My eyes scanned briefly on the images on my wall and landed on the very first picture that I took of her.

It was just another day for me. It wasn't even the first day of school where I could expect that the teachers would absolutely absent from all the classes and I could spend my time playing video games with my friends. But no, it was another absolutely boring day.

I sighed from my spot in the kiosk with my friends. They were busy in their own world and it got me thinking if I didn't have anything to do. Anything at all. I sighed again when I thought of none. It was then that my phone started vibrating violently in my pockets.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Matt!" Jeremy exclaimed.

"Something wrong?" I could hear excitement in his tone. God, I hope he wouldn't ask me to babysit the first years with him again...

"Wrong? No, nothing's wrong! In fact, I have some great news!" Now that i noticed, he does sound like a girl when he speaks like this..

"What is it?"

"A contest! I finally got Myka to approve of the photo competition that I proposed." My eyes widened.

"You're not kidding right? 'Cause if you are I'm going to kick your ass to Mt. Olympus." I threatened.

"Nope. I'm serious. First prize is a a thousand bucks and an exclusive photo exhibit and one on one training seminar with Marco Grob! So, you up for it?"

"Up for it? Did you have to ask? Of course I am!"

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I am doomed.

I only had a week left until the deadline and all I have are a bunch of crappy pictures with no relation to the theme MOTIVATION whatsoever. What am I going to do? There's no backing out now. That'd be even more humiliating. I should at least have something. 

I scanned the pictures in my camera and nothing. Nothing popped into my mind. No inspiration. No clue. No nothing. Zero. Nada. Zilch.

I sighed and turned to the opposite direction and away from the bubbles that kept coming my way because of the little children present for some community extension service that the school was hosting. They weren't annoying but hey, they weren't giving me any ideas either.

I held up my camera, watched the image that registered in the screen- following the trail of bubbles drifting in the wind and clicked it unconsciously. When my camera blinked to show the image that I captured, I stood there frozen and raised my gaze to meet an equally surprised look of the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.

She had soft brown hair that shone an even lighter shade of brown against the sunlight. Her eyes were a gorgeous pair of black orbs that seem to be shining like a diamond. She had a high-bridged nose and rosy lips that fit perfectly in her kind face. Everything around her- the sunlight, the bubbles, and even the uncomprehensible background seem to have morphed around her as if it was made just for that short moment.

She noticed my speechless state and must've interpreted it for something else because  she gave an apologetic smile and bowed slightly then walked away with the same kind smile on her face. I stared at her back, still not moving, and froze again because she had turned again to give me a glimpse of a playful smile.