I headed upstairs to the Photography room. I wasn’t nervous at all even though there’s a new teacher this year.
As soon as walked into the room, I was instantly relaxed. The new teacher had to of just got out of college. He could only have been twenty three at the oldest. I took a seat in the back of the room, as always.
The only thing on the old chalkboard was a name. Mr. Brown. That is his name. His name sound really boring, so he told us to call him John. He talked about himself for the first half of the block. This is going to be a really easy class.
I was glad that we wasted half the class, but I also learned some interesting things about him. He actually grew up a couple houses down on my street, but he left five years ago --a month before I moved in-- to go to college. He was adopted when he was only a baby, so he’s kind of like me, we both never knew our parents. We also learned some boring stuff like his favorite color –red-, his favorite food –pizza--, and his favorite band –Zac Brown Band--. I find it ironic that his name John Brown, his favorite band Zac Brown. I don’t know why, it’s just funny.
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Girl Meets Camera
Teen FictionCamryn hasn't always had an easy life, but she never gave up. Will something so simple as a camera change her life? Read to find out.
