My escape from Springfield, Massachusetts, came in the form of an exchange program to New Delhi, India, one plane ticket for 11:00 am on the thirteenth of July. I left, taking a big suitcase and my camera. I told myself I left for the experience I'd have there, but maybe I left because of the experience I'd had here. I don't know. All I know is that I left, and then I met Maya Sumedh. Luke Waters came into my life at 12:00 pm on the fourteenth of July, a Saturday. Probably the weirdest Saturday of my life - I picked up a cute guy from the airport, was in a car crash and stayed up the whole night talking to said cute guy. Maybe I even fell in love but I didn't know it until much later. All we had was four months and camera. A camera which proved more important than we ever imagined.

“You’re going to come across people in your life who will say all the right words at all the right times. But in the end, it’s always their actions you should judge them by. It’s actions, not words that matter.” Nicholas Sparks. This is how I feel. How I feel about you, how I feel about me, but most importantly how I feel about us. From the start, this has confused me, consumed me and condemned me because this has never happened to me before. But I can’t help it. It’s not my fault. I’m not used to this. I don’t think I ever will be.

An infamous music school. Cute teachers. A delinquent. And rich bitches. What exactly has Allie Heywood gotten herself into? Allie Heywood loves to play piano. Ever since she was a child, she's dreamed of being a pianist. In order to go the best music school in her state, she moves in with a family friend-- a young man who also happens to teach at the school.