Photography Class, Blackwell Academy, Arcadia Bay Oregon. 1:43 PM October 7th, 2013

The Teacher rambled on in his lecture to the class, James Makintosh sat in the back of the class, where he always, he couldn't care less about what Jefferson was saying. He was, as usual, more occupied in trying not to fall asleep, A paper flew across the room and hit the girl sitting in front of him, he picked it up and read it's message "Dear Kate, We love your porn video. XOXO -Blackwell Academy"

Looking over to the author of it and back over to its target. A girl with blonde hair tied into a bun with a sad look on her face, wearing a white button-up shirt with a gold Crucifix, a black cardigan over it, a grey skirt, and white shoes. He narrowed his eyes crumpling the message back up and threw it onto the floor. It was the click of someones Polaroid camera caught his attention

"Ladies and gentlemen, Jefferson started up "I believe Max has just taken what you kids call a "selfie'... a dumb word for a wonderful photographic tradition" James looked over to his left to see the source of the conversation, the girl sitting awkwardly at the center of the class's attention in the next table from him, He looked away and tuned out Jefferson's rant about the history of photo portraits, "Can you please tell us the name of the process that gave birth to the first self-portraits?" Jefferson asked the Girl.

"I did know, I kinda forgot" The girl eked out.

James shook his head. "Why did I sign up for this class again?" James thought to himself "Oh right! cause it was either this or gym..."

finally, the bell rung signaling the end of class "And guys don't forget the deadline to submit a photo in the 'Everyday Heroes' contest" Jefferson spoke to the class "I'll fly the winner out to San Francisco where you'll be feted by the art world, it's great exposure and can kickstart a career in photography" he started listing names "So Stella and Alyssa, get it together, Taylor don't hide, I'm still waiting for your entry too, same with you James, and yes Max. I see you pretending not to see me" James rolled his eyes and rose from his chair and picked up his backpack and walked out of class.

He walked down the hall as another student approached him "Yo Sherlock!" The student called out to him.

"What do you want now Mr. Hillsef?" James Sighed

"Just Alex, asshole, I know you that" Alex crossed his arms.

The two were walking down the hall together now "So I was thinking, I've finally got my gaming computer set up, care to join me in a night of epic adventure?" Alex asked enthusiastically

"No," James said flatly "I have work to do. I don't have time for that and besides. I can't stay at the dorm tonight."

"James Makintosh you are the worst buzzkill in this town. just once, once! do something other than screw around in some garden outside in the middle of the woods, Live a Little!" Alex raised his arms up. in exasperation

James must have fallen asleep in class as he was jolted up as soon as he heard a click of a Polaroid camera "Ladies and gentlemen, Jefferson started up "I believe Max has just taken what you kids call a "selfie'... a dumb word for a wonderful photographic tradition" James looked over to his left at Max, who seemingly shifted in her seat now that the attention was on her.

He tuned out the lecture Jefferson was giving "Strange" James said in his mind "I feel like I've been through this before, like Deja veu. Then again, given how much Jefferson likes to lecture, we probably DID go over this before"

"Can you please tell us the name of the process that gave birth to the first self-portraits?" Jefferson asked "The Daguerreian process, made by Louis Daguerre, a French painter in 1830," Max said quickly.

James was bemused by her quick answer, and it appeared to be right given that it made Jefferson satisfied. James looked over beyond the girl in the Gray Hoodie and pink shirt over to Blackwell's Queen bee Victoria Chase, Who was giving her meanest, bitchiest Death glare possible at the girl.

The Bell rang and Jefferson called out about the Everyday Heroes contest. But James couldn't care, he had his next class to worry about.

James wandered out into the hall and pulled his hood back up from lying flat against his back, "Yo Sherlock!" Alex Hillsef called out to him.

"What do you want now Mr. Hillsef?" James Sighed

"Just Alex, asshole, I know you that" Alex crossed his arms. The two casually walked down the hall "So I was thinking, I've finally got my gaming computer set up, care to join me in a night of epic adventure?" Alex asked enthusiastically

"No," James said flatly "I have work to do. I don't have time for that and besides. I can't stay at the dorm tonight."

"James Makintosh you are the worst buzzkill in this town. just once, once! do something other than screw around in some garden outside in the middle of the woods, Live a Little!" Alex raised his arms up in exasperation

{CHOICE}

{STAY AT DORM/LEAVE DORM}

"I told my Mother I would help her out today, no exceptions" James stood his ground

"You suck Sherlock, you know that right?" Alex sighed, walking off.

James began making his way towards Math class when the fire alarm went off, everyone panicked and rushed towards the doors. James, not fazed by the flashing lights and sirens calmly headed towards the front door when Blackwell Academy's favorite son Nathan Prescott shoved him aside, he was visibly distressed and panicked like everyone else, but running off in the other direction from where everyone was going "What's he in a hurry for?" he thought to himself, pushing through the stampede of fleeing students James finally made it outside of the building.