The Colours of Fall

Chapter 1

(Ellie above) Ellie walks through the forest completely enhanced by all the trees full of colors. Her camera in hand, looking for the perfect set-up for a breath-taking picture. But the picture wouldn't be of Ellie, herself, of course. Ellie just took the pictures, never actually in them, just the one to take them.

She liked photography because she didn't like to stand out but stand in, meaning she would rather see beauty than be beauty. Lucky her, it was, in her opinion, the most beautiful season for picture-taking and she knew almost the best spots to snap shot of the enchanting trees.

She stopped at a tree that had a pile of orange and yellow colored leaves on the ground below it, but yet the perfect amount of leaves (which wasn't much) still on the tree for it not to look like winter. She brought her camera up to her eye and looked through the lens, zooming out and back in while moving around the tree to find the perfect angle.

The sun was bright out and shining so she took a shot of the sun poking through the almost empty branches of the tree. Ellie continued to wander in the forest full of beauty till dusk, then got some pictures of the sunset before it went fully down, and headed home.

It had been so peaceful and their had been no people to disturb her voyage through the sea of warm colors. However, when she got back to the side walk where she had entered the forest, she could hear the honking of frustrated drivers, the cries of little children, and slapping of feet against the ground.

It's wasn't that Ellie didn't like the noise of a society, but she would still rather put her earbuds in and listen to her own tunes. So she did. She listened to her music, one note being strung to go with the next. Walking home. Looking down. Trying not to look people in the eye.

Her subconscious practically knew the way home somehow, so she didn't really have to think about where she was going. Ellie was just allowed to get lost in her music, turned up to its maximum volume drowning out the world around her.

She started to think about all the lovely pictures shed ever taken. Ellie remembered every. Single. One. She could never forget them, because they were all beautiful in their own way but those were past pictures of memories that could never play out again.

She thought of some of her favorites, like the one of her parents practacally perfect Christmas tree. Or that one Time on April fool's when her friend Jenelle set up some contraption over her twin brother Josh's door that caused goo to splat on his head. Yeah. That was a really great picture. And that one tim- 

Ellie's thoughts were immediately gone, out through her ear, as she was shoved to the ground by the person now sprawled on top of  her. Her earbuds were gone along with her camera, but she wasn't thinking about that now, just angry at the unmoving person on top of her.

"What the heck was that for? Get off of me!" She could now tell the person that had just gotten off of her was a boy, seeming about her age, if not a bit older. "Your welcome." He said with a grouchy tone. "Ungreatful much?" He continued.

Ellie ignored that last retort. "Your welcome? For what knocking me to the ground and almost breaking my camera?" She basically yelled at him. Just then she heard a crunch and looked to her right too find a mess of metle parts spread out on the ground, unrecognizably... Her camera.

Her eyes widened and jaw dropped. Tears threatened to spill over till she realized the flashdrive wasn't broken. She walked towards the broken camera and stopped dead in her trackes as she looked at the setting around her.

She had crossed a street and she must have almost gotton hit by a car so the man pushed her out of the way, but in the process she dropped her camera and it got ran over by a car. Oh. Oh. She was about to turn around and ask the still staring stranger his name when another car came and destroyed her only hope of getting her images back.

That time her tears did come as she dropped to her knees on the side walk in disbelief. All those good memories that could no longer exists that were safely stored on her camera. Gone. And the worst part was she couldn't get many good memories these days. Not nearly as many as she had before, because of the incident two years ago...

Realization came to her like a punch to the face. This was her own doing, not the poor guy she had almost raged on. If he didn't push Ellie out of the way then she would have been dead and she wouldn't have been able to take pictures at all.

She tried to wipe the tears off her face and turned around to face the man she should be thanking for saving her life, nose running an all.

"Thanks. I'm Ellie." She finally answered. The man's face seemed to soften at her puffy eyes, and tear stained cheeks. "No problem Ellie, I'm Tyler. Sorry 'bout your camera darlin'. I mean, it's replaceable. Right?"

Ellie thought about the fact that it was most certainly not replaceable, and shook her head at him, falling down on the floor and sobbing. Sobbing for all the memories that she would hopefully not forget someday.

Tyler ran over to Ellie and helped her up, rubbing her back in an attempt to calm her crying self. "All right, I'll take you home. Good?" Ellie looked at him and nodded. "Good." She said sniffling.