Picture Perfect

Chapter 2

After newspaper I stumble down the hallway. Exhausted. I was so tired I didn't even notice the popular running down the hallway. She bumped into me. Which made all her books fall, and papers fly all over. "Hey, watch where your going!" She screamed at me. "Sorry." I mumbled. "Oh your gonna be after I'm done with you!" It was hard to be intimidated when she was on the dirty hallway floor picking up her stuff.

I just walked away. I heard her say something behind my back like. "Freak." Or "Loser." But I couldn't make the word out. I then noticed I had dropped my camera in the process. I went back to the scene of the crash. I picked up the polaroid camera It didn't look broken. A picture slid out the front of the camera I didn't examine it because I noticed I was going to be late for class.

After class I examined the camera for any marks or dents. Or a fracture in the glass lens. So far I didn't see any. I then took a picture to see if it still worked properly. The picture slid out. I threw that picture away. I hurried to class.

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This problem can't be this hard. I should know this. I tap my pen on my chin. Trying to think of the solution. I notice that it's starting to get dark in my room so I turn on my light. The room brightens up completely. I sit back down at my desk and try to solve the math equation that lies before me. Why is this so hard? My mind then wanders to the picture. I take it out from my folder and examine it.

A pale bleach blond girl is taken. The picture must've been taken before the crash happened. The girl is in motion to where she is a little blurry. I look at it. Slowly the lines gradually animate, making her move a little. I drop the picture in shock. "Hey!" The picture yells. I scream at it. The animated face looks annoyed, confused, and angry at the same time.

"Hello, a girl is trying to talk to you!" She yelled at me. "H-how are you alive?" I stutter. "Just like anybody else, my parents-"

"Not that." I interrupt. "I meant, your a picture." The sassy picture looked at herself, seeming to realize that she's a picture. "Yeah, and your a person. Now, why did you take a picture of me? I was totally happy inside your camera." I looked at her in bewilderment. "You were, in the camera?" The picture put both her animated hands into her hips. "Yeah, that's how I'm alive. Then again, my parents are still in that camera."

I nearly fainted. I'm having a conversation with a picture. How is this possible. "Wait, so you were in the camera." The picture nodded. "Then you got drawn onto a picture." She rolled her eyes. "Not drawn stupid, printed." She sighed. "Now let's start over. Hi my name is Charlotte, you can call me Carlie for short." She handed out her hand as of wanting to shake my hand. Although, we were separated by a piece of paper. "My name is, Ella." She smiled.

"Hello Ella, nice to meet you." I smiled back. I had a feeling that it was going to be a very weird friendship, and I was right. But she was nice, and she helped me through the hardest times. I'll never understand the science of Charlie, but it doesn't matter. We were good friends. Charlie was the best friend I ever had, and closest.