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By the time we returned to the classroom, most of the other students had already come back, chattering in their groups, flipping through their cameras or phones. Ms. Simmons was rearranging a set of printed guidelines on her desk, her brow furrowed in a way that said she was both proud and terrified of what we were all about to submit.
“Welcome back,” she said as we stepped in. “Hope you two didn’t get too lost in your lens.”
Alec said nothing. I just smiled awkwardly and took my seat.
Wendy gave me a subtle wiggle of her eyebrows from across the room. I ignored her.
Ms. Simmons clapped once. “Alright, everyone. You’ll upload your photos through the classroom drive, and later we’ll print one from each pair to put on our bulletin board. Pick the one you feel says the most—not th
