Jem always knew he wanted to see more. From the time he was little, he knew he wanted to witness the world and capture it. He liked seeing the world through different eyes, more open eyes. Where one person saw a tree, Jem Hailey saw life and beauty. He underestimated that part of himself, but used it everyday.
You're a special boy, Jem, his mother used to tell him.
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He had gotten a child-camera for Christmas when he was eight years old. He had gone out for hours, taking pictures of everything he saw. Even through the snow and the drab. Jem captured the beauty of his average suburban neighborhood. That was his gift.
You're a special boy, Jem, his mother used to tell him.
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Jem kept taking pictures. He continued to use his gift, sharing his photos with his family, posting them at school. They appreciated it, sure, thought it was cool, but they didn't realize what they meant. Nobody truly knew Jem Alexander Hailey. He was just a kid that lived in Ashland, Oregon and liked taking pictures, to them. Hell, he barely knew himself sometimes. But Jem would wait. He would wait for someone that could truly look at his photos, his art, look through his hear and figure out who he his, piece by piece.
A/N: Hi, so this is basically something I accidentally came up with. At first I made this account as a joke, but then I accidentally made it serious. So this is Jem, basically a prologue/preview thing, just to see if anyone will be interested. It's going to be on archiveofourown.org too at banginpatchouli (don't ask lmao). but yeah anyway I should stop sorry for rambling
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Teen FictionNobody truly knew Jem Alexander Hailey. Hell, he barely knew himself sometimes. He was just a kid that lived in Ashland, Oregon and liked taking pictures, to them. But Jem would wait. He would wait for someone that could truly look at his photos, hi...