Pictures of Love
Thanks to Chally and Yvonne!
Snap went my camera when I took a picture of the old oak tree I use to climb when I was little. I took pictures of the sun and flowers. Darrel starting waking towards me. Darrel is my bestfriend, but sometimes I see past our friendship and think further. He's real sweet, and extremely gorgeous but he just thinks of us as friends, besides he's got a girlfriend. She's a cheerleader, swimmer, gymnast, and ballerina. Plus she's really pretty with her blond hair and blue eyes with curves and a smile. Well I am just a photographer and I have red hair and green eyes, and no curves. I stopped thinking about that and took a picture of Darrel. For now I guess it is okay we're just friends. He smiled big with all his perfect teeth showing.
"Hey Mallory." He said smiling again because I took another picture of him.
"Hi, Darrel." I replied.
He took the camera away from me and tried to take pictures of me. I kept moving around so he couldn't, I was a big fan of taking pictures just not being in them.
"You know I take the pictures, I'm not in them." I said laughing.
He tackled me and was able to get the picture. I laughed hitting him on the arm. He got up then helped me up. I looked into his eyes, those hazel eyes. He stared into mine. I looked away real fast because whatever was going to happen next we'd regret. I sat in the grass. I looked at my beige skirt and rainbow socks with my polkadotted flats. I never really did like matching. I am seventeen years old and ever since I was well four I never matched in clothes. My brother who is fifteen calls me an odd ball. But I still love him. I looked at Darrel who was climbing the old oak tree.
"C'mon just like when we were kids." He said.
I started climbing up too but I wasn't wearing my climbing shoes so I feel back when I was pretty high up and I heard a crack, I didn't feel any pain until I started seeing everything go black.
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I know it's short right now, the other chapters will be longer.
"Hey Mallory." He said smiling again because I took another picture of him.
"Hi, Darrel." I replied.
He took the camera away from me and tried to take pictures of me. I kept moving around so he couldn't, I was a big fan of taking pictures just not being in them.
"You know I take the pictures, I'm not in them." I said laughing.
He tackled me and was able to get the picture. I laughed hitting him on the arm. He got up then helped me up. I looked into his eyes, those hazel eyes. He stared into mine. I looked away real fast because whatever was going to happen next we'd regret. I sat in the grass. I looked at my beige skirt and rainbow socks with my polkadotted flats. I never really did like matching. I am seventeen years old and ever since I was well four I never matched in clothes. My brother who is fifteen calls me an odd ball. But I still love him. I looked at Darrel who was climbing the old oak tree.
"C'mon just like when we were kids." He said.
I started climbing up too but I wasn't wearing my climbing shoes so I feel back when I was pretty high up and I heard a crack, I didn't feel any pain until I started seeing everything go black.
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I know it's short right now, the other chapters will be longer.
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