Lilly:
It was cold so I threw on a long coat. I grabbed my coffee, my camera and the equipment that goes with it. I walked to the normal spot in the park behind the Weeping Willow. I took the picture out of my pocket and stared at it. Yesterday taken at 6 P.M.I veered my eyes slightly to the left to find Anthony Legend, he was sitting differently than he did yesterday. Anthony. He was the boy I carried in my pocket, in my head, in my dreams, and in my heart. We were destined to be together, if only someday he'd look right instead of left.
I'm 17 and I'm tallish (5"5') I have long brown hair and I'm awkward. I was homeschooled so no one really knew me. I only had one friend in this whole town. Maylin Brown. She was the most popular girl in the whole school. And I know what you're thinking, "how doesn't anyone know you?" well me and her met at a coffee shop and I didn't exactly dress the part or something so we only ever have coffee sometimes.
After sitting behind the tree I went over to the lake in front of the park bench. I kept looking back about every 20 seconds to see if he was still sitting there. When I realized he had gone I ran as fast as one can carry a coffee and a 20 pound over-the-shoulder camera case. I sat just how he sat, trying to see life from his view. I then smelled the bench, I rolled around on it, reminiscing in what was left of his left behind sent. I took a picture of the bench when I got up with one of my many cameras I was carrying on me. The picture came out three seconds after it was taken. I pulled out a marker and opened it with my teeth. I waved the picture to make it show up, I wrote the date and the time, the surroundings, even the weather so I could remember this moment. My mother always said "Its all about the memories child, all about the memories." I carefully put it into a binder labeled the month and currant year.
I ran to my house as quick as I could because I forgot an SD card for one of my cameras. I was walking back when I saw Anthony walking by the donut shop. I quickly pulled out my second best camera that zoomed really nice. I took a couple quick shots and casually walked down the side walk. I stayed about ten feet away from him at all times. I remember him once saying in exact words on December in 2010 on a snowy Friday afternoon. "I like my space now go!" He was yelling at his sister Kelly for playing with his dirty magazines hidden under his bed. Every couple of feet I snapped a picture trying not to make it obvious. He turned into the Juice store. His big sister Ashley worked there, it was his favorite store because he got discounts.
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Myy secret lover
Ficção AdolescenteA boy who's being followed by a young mistress who can't seem to keep her camera off him. He doesn't know she exists. She's in love and knows every detail. Will this end well for anyone? You'll have to read to find out.