PerpetualDemons
As I'm moving it, I halt. The photo seems... off. I hold the photo closer to my face, squinting my eyes at the subject in the picture. A random boy sits in front of the camera, posing candidly. I don't recognize him at all. His bright blue eyes bounce off the photo, his dark hair contrasting his pale skin.
Clarke calls my name, and I look up, realizing she'd been talking to me, my jaw slack. "Does he look familiar to you at all?" I hand her the dripping photo, the stench of the chemicals sticking to my fingers. "I know this is my film, I remember taking this picture, but I have no idea who that is..." Clarke studies the picture, her eyebrows furrowed.
"Honestly, I know pretty much everyone in this school, and I have no clue who that is either... Maybe someone joked around with your camera?" She shrugs, handing the photo back to me. I sigh, frustrated and also a little freaked out. How did this person show up in my photo?