"You're never in any of your pictures," she noticed as she scans my wall, fingers delicately touching a frame here, a frame there. I stopped staring and nodded, scratching the back of my head. "Well, I capture the beauty in the people and world around me... that doesn't count me." My eyes avert from her and I look down at my lap in shame of the self-inflicted verbal abuse.
Snap!
As if lightning struck right before me, the camera flashed, closely followed by the equally startling sound of the shutter. She lowers the camera from her eye and lets the photo feed from the camera, smiling that beautiful smile she always does. "I want to recreate this," she holds up the halfway dry Polaroid photo she took of me. "I see the beauty in you, Kennocha."
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In a school where you're guaranteed artistic career success and getting in means you're the best of the best, Kennocha, her transsexual best friend, and their not-so-closeted gay friend are thrown for a loop when a new student suddenly transfers to Lincoln Arts. Past regrets, fiery love, heart breaking discoveries, and capturing it all on camera.
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Melancholia
Teen FictionIn a school where you're guaranteed artistic career success and getting in means you're the best of the best, Kennocha, her transsexual best friend, and their not-so-closeted gay friend are thrown for a loop when a new student suddenly transfers to...
