Lost Connection... [Discontinued]

Chapter 2.

Unexpected Message

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Friday, 6:00pm

Four years have passed ever since I've been adopted.

Stable living that any kid under a dangerous roof, (the one I hated ever since birth) which most would love replacing my spot.

"Killua! Please come down, we have an important discussion to go over." Mom hollers out loudly from below.

Yay, another discussion. I thought.

Taking a small breath, assuming something along the lines that my mother is probably giving lessons on how to take better photos or something less prominent. Though my photography skills are rising, neither a beginner or pro, just about average.

Getting a more clear understanding how cameras work in certain areas, simply adjusting lighting, the proportion at a proper angle, disorientation in the shutter lens and resolution of the photo; among many other steps to take decent photos. Pretty simple orientations for better photographs.

People I know closely (not very many) would be concerned why I profusely declined multiple high and low companies offers who share others work, mainly for advertising purposes.

Declining such a fraud request, that any other professional photographer would take the cake.

I honestly love taking pictures, wouldn't deny such fact but never really wanting popularity.

Sharing them on social media is the best I can offer, getting little recognition. Praised by random people is more light-hearted than having being asked dozens of questions in person and given a task that which would absolutely drive me insane.

Of course people can easily steal photos right off my profile, the best solution for those sneaky inconsiderate thieves is simply putting a watermark written holding my first name.

I would get uncomfortable when uncanny people react to my last name is an event I'll highly refuse to attend because tons of people know the Zoldycks', so I simply paste the initial.

I kindly dismiss people when asking about my last name every-time, shockingly they accepted the response lightly, unlike some others who are persistent for their own boredom.

Rolling back with photography, my parents are okay with such offer being declined, that would've affected our lives positively but will continue supporting regardless no matter what I do with my hobby.

I hosted myself up all restless after scrolling, that seems to never end, finding decent comments to respond and accomplish without slight aggravation about repeated ones that were already answered posted on my profile so others know, to those who are curious or interested.

My lazy limbs called legs were contemplating whether or not they should get up as I was being summoned downstairs.

A mere thought process took longer than normal and decided it'll be easier going considering being in a room all day doing nothing.

Dragged my lazy feet on the carpet and stretched upwards, sore muscles relaxed and then starting heading while scrolling through serious or questionable comments.