Chapter 1.The first picture

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My whole life I've always been the one to capture pictures in my house. My brother Jeremy as always been the one to get the sports trophy an get mom to wear the team spirit clothes even though she doesn't know how to put the foam glove on!
My Dad doesn't live with us anymore ever since the divorce when mom found out he was lying about being a Christion. He lives in Puerto Rico while we live in sweet Montana. We live in the middle of a town so everyone knows who we are. Plus my mom does like every town event so that probably explains why.
I'm more of in between social category popular and nerd. I take photos for family pictures, year book, newspaper, and sometimes if I'm lucky I'll get to take pictures of the sport that is going on and it goes into the sport magazine!
As I'm looking into the photo of Ben Franklin for social studies project I touch its beard an I feel it. It hasn't been washed in ages and it feels like straw. I poke his cheek an watches it deflate in the picture. I stick my hand in, and it goes through. Did I just go through a picture?

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 28, 2016 ⏰

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