Emma's POV

Becky and I walked into homeroom and took a seat at the back as usual.

I looked around, and couldn't find Brendon anywhere. He was acting quite weird these past few days.

Usually,I wouldn't really listen to the teacher that 'teaches' us during the first half an hour in school until our actual classes,but today I did, I wanted to stay distracted from my thoughts, weirdly I would always read to keep me distracted but today, I didn't feel like it.

Which is extremely weird.

I looked up at the board in front of the class and I couldn't find the teacher, I looked at the teacher's desk and found Ms. Avery sitting with her face buried in her hands. She didn't look as if she was crying though, I'm guessing she had a bad day yesterday? Or today started out bad already?

Being a nice person that I am. I got up and walked towards my homeroom teacher. When I got to her desk, I was trying to decide whether to knock on the desk or say her name or clear my throat to get her attention. I don't even know why I'm over thinking. It's normal though.

"Um, Ms.Avery?" I ask. Ms.Avery suddenly looks up and looks at me, looking quite scared. Oops?

"Oh, sorry I didn't mean to scare you," I say fidgeting with my fingers."Oh, its fine you didn't scare me at all." She reassured me, running her hands through her long brown hair.

Her accent was pure British and she was clearly a terrible liar, I scared the shit out of her. I get a weird feeling I know her from somewhere, like why am I keep getting this weird feeling for the past few days?

"Do you need anything darling?" Ms.Avery asked as I realized that I've been staring at her this whole time." Um no, you just looked upset and worried or something so I just wanted to ask if you were okay, I don't mean to be nosy or anything I just wanted to ask." I say, embarrassed about staring at her without knowing.

"Oh, I'm fine I just had a rough day yesterday and is getting a bit worse today, but thank you for asking... Ms..." she trails off, wanting me to tell her my name.

I honestly can't help but wonder about what she is upset or worried about, mainly because I know how she feels and I want to try and help her however I can.

"Oh, Emma. Emma Graces." I say smiling. Ms.Avery's eyes widened a bit and she gave me an awkward smile. She looked like she had just seen a ghost. What just happened?

"Uh, are you o-" I got cut off by the bell ringing, everyone got out of their seats and started to head for the fit if the classroom.

I went back to my seat, picked up my bag and swung it over my shoulder and walked out of class with Becky.

We walked out and went our separate ways to our next class.

I walked into my photography class, and Mr.Baron was standing at the board writing some things down.

Mr.Baron was a photography-addicted, old Russian man who was probably in his 50s. I know 50 isn't that old, but Mr.Baron has greyish white hair so let's just classify him as old.

I walk towards my seat, which is next to a nice guy named Max. He has black hair that was pulled back and was wearing ray bans larger square-shaped glasses." Hey" I say taking a seat and putting my bag down next to my chair."H-hey" Max said back, flashing me a quick small smile and looking down at his notebook.

He was one of the quietest people in the class, he barely talked to anyone. I'm guessing he is an introvert, I am one too but then I can manage to talk to some people.

I look up at Mr.Baron who clapped his hands loudly.

"Alright, class- Mr.Mallory please put your basketball down or else you can say hello to my little friend called detention," Mr.Baron said, giving him a fake smile then frowning again.

Levi Mallory was the best basketball player in the whole school, he is practically the king, his dad is also the coach. All girls have a crush on him, typical jocks in high school.

He has blonde hair, fair skin, his eyes were light blue and he was wearing a jersey with jeans and a black hoodie. He put his ball down next to him and got comfortable in his seat, by that I mean that he put his legs on the desk and his hands folded behind his head.

He turned and looked directly into my eyes, I quickly look away shocked that he actually looked at me.

This was the first time some popular dude looked directly at me instead of looking at a chick that sits behind me or something.

I focused on Mr.Baron who was glowering at Levi, looking like he wants to say something, but he just sighs and walks to his desk and sits on it. And I mean legit sits on the desk, not on his chair.

"Ok, as I was saying, class. There is a new project called ze" he stops there and walks to the whiteboard and pulls out a marker from his pocket and writes in big letters, 'The Unique Project' "Za unique project, "Mr.Baron said, in his Russian accent. I could have sworn it was a combination of another accent but I couldn't quite figure it out.

His accent sounds like those French photographers in movies, where he goes like 'ah yes, move a little to ze right, ah beautiful' with that extremely thick accent.

"Everyone will be taking pictures of nature. You must take ze perfect picture of nature and make a presentation. You must take za pictures with passion and patience." Mr.Baron said, moving his hands with each word.

I barely understood what he had said, mostly because of his accent. But I got the main point.

Take perfect pictures of nature.

Make a presentation with the pictures.

And present.

Easy, but I didn't get how patience has anything to do with taking pictures.

"But you can't just take a picture and done. NO! When taking ze perfect picture, you need to have the perfect angle, distance, and patience. Do not be ashamed to take many pictures to have ze perfect pictures of nature. Which is why you need patience. Has everyone understood their assignments?" He explained further.

I look around everyone looked as if they were trying to make out what Mr.Baron had just said. Then one by one they all started to nod.

I nodded as well. I always liked photography. It wasn't half bad taking pictures. I have an old camera that has many of my memories with my mom and other family members. So I'm quite excited about this project.

Books and pictures are practically complete opposites. A picture tells a story without words. While a book tells a story with words.

People take pictures of what or whom they love, or what they like to see or to keep memories they don't ever want to forget. Looking at past pictures makes you realize how far you've come in life and that you shouldn't give up in your dreams or life itself, and encourages you to make more memories.

"Oh, one more thing you will be doing zhis assignment with a partner," Mr.Baron said raising his index.

Everyone around the classroom started high fiving their best friends or friends and choosing their partner.

"BUT, you don't get to choose. This does" he smiled, holding a big bowl in his hands, meaning that everyone has to write their names and put the paper in the bowl and each person would pick a paper and find out who their partner is.

Everyone groaned as they wrote their names down on the square small papers that the teacher passed around the class.

Then the teacher walked around collecting the papers in the bowl. Each student then started taking a paper and some found the perfect partner, while some looked extremely upset about who they got.

"Emma Grace?" Someone called out.

I quickly look up and at the direction where I heard my name coming from.

I find myself looking straight into Levi's eyes.

Oh no, please no...

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Hey guys! I'm exhausted this is the second time I'm writing this chapter, believe it or not. When I first wrote it, my battery was 2% then my phone suddenly died, causing my work to delete itself. It pissed me off but I still decided to write it all over again. You're welcome lol.

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-Sarah