I have always had a soft spot for a good photo. Those that are unexpected, wild, and thoughtless are somehow considered perfect.
I don't think they had spotted me as yet. But there I was, looking through the camera lenses about to snap a perfect picture of Kyle and his brothers as they leaned against their vehicle bumping to the music from their ear buds enjoying the cold morning breeze before classes began. As I snapped one shot and was about to snap another a zoomed-up facial structure covered the view. I immediately removed the camera from my face.
Annoyance immediately swept over me when I saw it was Ron’s face.
“Are you ignoring me?” he asked.
“Why would you assume I am ignoring you? I responded, puzzled, as I tried to walk away from him, but he followed behind me.
“Come on! You
