Reflekta: Part 2

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"Please Chloé we still have sixteen classes to photograph. Go ahead Vincent," Mr. Damocles states and Vincent goes to take the photo. "Say spaghetti!" "Spaghetti!" He clicks the button to take a photo and groans. "Ugh, I don't believe this! I'm sorry I have to go fetch another battery nobody move!"

He walks off and a moment later Juleka asks to use the restroom. "Ms. Bustier he said nobody is to move!" Mr. Damocles scolds Ms. Budtier and she whispers to him that it was an emergency when suddenly Sabrina's hand flies up. "Ms. Bustier, I need to go to," She runs off and Marinette and I watch her leave suspiciously this wasn't gonna end well but I don't think Mr. Damocles will let another student leave. By the time Vincent had come back, there was no sign of Juleka, the only one who came back had been Sabrina. With Juleka not there Chloé hopped down right next to Adrien, instantly catching our attention. "Hey what are you doing? Where's Juleka?" Marinette asks her accusingly, earning a question from Adrien.

"What are you doing here?" "Who cares? At last, I'm in the right spot," She shrugs the two off, tugging on Adrien to make him lean down to her height. "I want you to flash your best smiles because this is the last time we are doing this," When the photo was taken the entire class besides me and Mari were glaring at Chloé. Marinette and I caught outstretching our hands in an attempt to stop the photographer as we shouted "Wait!" "Thanks, kids."

"Wait please sir, we have to redo the photo!" Marinette pleas. "Why is that?" "Because Juleka's not in it!" "Jule-who?" "Juleka!" I yell in slight anger as I describe her. "The tall girl with the purple streaks, usually very quiet," The class starts to murmur, wondering where said girl was.

"Uh, Mr. Damocles don't we have to be heading off to lunch and aren't you paying the photographer by the hour?" Chloé asks and Mr. Damocles ushers us away. "Why yes, there's no time to retake. Go on class, move along," Rose and I take the opportunity to look for Juleka in the bathroom and what we see is a chair blocking a stall where sobbing could be heard from inside. Quickly we move the chair and open the door. Juleka gives us a glossy-eyed look and asks "I missed the photo didn't I?" "Yeah, another one of Chloé's mean tricks," Rose confirms. "Why did I expect today to be any different? Nobody ever hears me or sees me. I'm invisible even in photos."

"Don't say that Juleka it's not true!" I tell her and she shakes her head. "Forget it. As long as Chloé's in the picture she'll find a way to get me out of it." "Juleka-" We both start to say when she cuts us off. "Really you guys forget it, forget me!" She runs off without another word, leaving me to comfort Rose as we head off to lunch and explain to Marinette and Alya what happened.

"Of course, I should've known Chloé was behind this, we need to break this curse guys," Mari says and Rose jumps up. "We can ask the photographer!" I shake my head stating "There's no point, he wouldn't want to...Unless the photo disappeared then the principal would have no choice but to ask the photographer to shoot another one with Juleka." "You're a genius (y/n) but why would the photo just disappear?" Rose asks and I tap my chin in thought. "You guys find Juleka, I'll take care of the rest," I reassure her, and Rose, Marinette, and Alya take off.

I snooped around a bit and learned the camera holding all the class photos were being kept in the principal's office, I was hiding at the top of the staircase that was across from Mr. Damocles's office when Flaake pops up and sarcastically drones out "Planning to break in to delete the photo, how heroic of you," I sigh at her and say "There's no time, we have to break her class photo jinx before the photographer leaves," I go silent when him and the principal exit the room and head downstairs. I start to open the door when Flaake again speaks up. "There has to be another way (y/n)!" I walk into the office.

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