The love camera

Chapter one: The antique shop

As I walked into the antique shop... I spelt, old papers, suit cases that could be worth millions being sold for dollars.
I spotted a camera, not to big and not to small.
It could fit into my backpack.
"You gonna buy something or not?" The teenager behind the counter asked.
"Yes, but usually cashier don't have attitudes towards customers." I spat out, in the same tone as the teen boy gave to me.
I picked up the camera, wasn't too heavy or too light. Only about 4 pounds...
not a lot if you ask me.
I'm Zoey, I go to Johnson high.
"Here you go..." The cashier said handing me the bag the camera is in, and the change I got back.
If he was nicer I would say 'Keep the change.' But I think that's too nice to a person with such a bad attitude.
As I walked outside, I smelt the fresh summer breeze, only because summer had just ended and it was Saturday.
The street I walked down, I was so used too. The pavement beneath my feet, listening to the birds chirp, or the crickets- wait, what sound do crickets make?
Anyways just listening to any ordinary sound is soothing and relaxing too me.

My home is not big, not too small either, we're not poor but not rich.
"Mom, I'm home..." "Good, dinner is done..."

"Honey?" "Yes mom?" I asked "Will you go give this to the new neighbors?" I just took the container of lasagna still hot, but not hot enough to burn my fingers.

I knocked only once, because knocking twice is rude.
"Hello, dear oh thanks for the lasagna." Mrs. Bulata "I really think you and my son will get along just fine..." She said as her son Ryan was walking down the carpeted stairs. "Mom stop bugging the neighbors." He spat out, looking my way. "She wasn't bugging me. Unlike other people." I spat out rolling my eyes.

I am medium.

In medium I mean, I am not popular and I'm not; not popular. I'm just Zoey.
My mom works at a zoo so we get free passes every year and my dad works at a boat company.

"Whatever." "Bye Mrs-" "Call me Suzanne, darling." She said with a smile. "Don't let the door hit you on the way out." Ryan said and I just gave him a small smile.
"Whatever you say Dyan." When we met he accidental stuttered his name out and it sounded like dyan.

"Can I talk to you outside?" He asked anger laced in his voice.
"Sure dyan." I said walking out side grabbing my camera from my purse snapping a picture of the both of us just for the fun of it.

"What the fuck?" He said angrier, then before.   

"Delete it." "Dude it's fucking polaroid." I said pulling the picture from the camera and putting it in my jacket.

"Whatever." He said rolling his eyes, looking st me dead serious and saying "Your way too serious, loosen up." He said then walked back in his house as if nothing happened.

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