Summer woke up, glancing around the room. She looked over at her alarm clock in sudden horror, worrying that she had overslept. She caught sight of the hands on her old fashioned, rustic alarm clock and sighed in relief. She wasn't late, she had plenty of time to spare. She smiled rolling over and stretching, knowing that she looked as good as the stock photos that they were always shown in class as examples. She pulled her Nikon camera out from her satchel that hung from the white metal loop of her bedframe and lay on her back. She closed one eye and pushed the other to the camera, peering through the lens to capture the perfect image that she was sure she could take. She caught the sun going down through her camera, the image so clear that it captured the specs of dust that were in the dimming sun. She sighed once more, before hopping out of bed joyfully, ready to begin another day. She was surprised once more that she had been sleeping less and less and yet she still felt happy each day and refreshed for what lay ahead.
She pushed the sleeves of his shirt up her arms, laughing to herself at how long it was on her. She looked down at her bare, long legs and sighed, wiggling her toes in her comfortable socks. She was so happy with everything that she had. She reached down and pulled her apple macbook from the drawer next to her bed and turned it on. It took a moment to load but once it had, she clicked the link for the camera that she had just connected from her purple nebulla desktop. She found the image that she had just so easily taken, printing it off on the thick card that she had placed in her printer. She turned her macbook off once more, placing it back perfectly into the drawer. She sighed and then smiled, getting up from her bed, leaving it perfecty messy before making her way over to the printer. She retreived the card from the drawer, her latest photograph looking perfect on the card she held in front of her. She walked slowly over to her desk and put the piece of card onto the surface, avoiding her apple mac that sat on her desk. She picked up her scissors and cut the photograph out carefully before finding her portfolio to add the last photograph into the place.
"Finished." She whispered to herself, smiling as she admired her work.
She walked across the room to make herself a cup of tea using the china teapot that lay on the cabinet beside her desk. She closed the small fridge that contained the milk and picked up an apple from the top,biting into it. Once she had finished with the toast that followed, she got ready for her classes quickly, taking the time to shower, brush her teeth and wash her face delicately. She pulled on her blue school uniform, admiring once more the flower logo before making her way out of her room. She wanted to be there on time, even though she knew she had plenty of time to get there. She made her way out of the common room that she shared with the same people as her, smiling at the brightness of the room, even though it was sunset. She smiled at the new canvas that had been hung from the white wall, the landscape photograph adding effect to the room.
"That photograph is beautiful, Geneveive, much like you look today." She told the blonde girl with a smile. She made her way into the corridor, the feeling of horror that she usually felt when she saw the common room that lay ahead of her. She had never been in there, she intended to keep it that way. She could see the unclean room that they kept and she shivered at the thought of what each room would look like. She realised that she must have been looking through the doors for a little too long because as one girl emerged from the room, she received a funny look from her. The girl looked tired, her hair was bedraggled and it was obvious that she could have done with some concealer for the dark rings under her eyes. "That's what you get for staying up too late." She muttered under her breath. She shook her head before continuing down the corridor.
It was obvious that there were going to be different interest groups, it was a boarding school after all but it never ceased to amaze her the extent to which the separation occured. She observed as she walked along. She could hear their voices before she saw them, noticed the five faces that smiled from each folder that they held. She could hear the raised voices, fighting amongst themselves."
"How could you possibly even like Harry Styles?!" She heard one voice utter in disgust.
"JUST BECAUSE HE HAS FOUR NIPPLES, IT DOES NOT MAKE HIM AN ALIEN, LUCY-ANNE!" Another girl screamed in reply.
"You all claim to love One Direction, but how can you love One Direction if you only love Zayn Malik?" A quieter voice asked carefully. This seemed to end the argument as they all turned to stare at the girl. She shrugged slightly, obviously showing that she didn't usually join in on the arguments.
Summer continued to walk along the hallway, listeneing to the different conversations that she could hear. Rock music blasted from one common room and dubstep blasted from another. She was glad that she belong to the group she did. They were so understanding, everyone always shared so much with one another. As she rounded the corner, just before her class, she saw two girls sat before her, neither of them talking to each other and staring at each other in contempt. She decided that she was going to help. She had become friends with a girl who ran an advice blog and she decided that she was finally going to put the skills that she had learnt to the test. She walked up to the girls and made sure that her smile radiated from her. Her hair flicked behind her as she sat on the chair in front of them.
"Can I help you two?" She asked with a smile.
No reply.
"It may help to talk about it." She added, unshaken. "Why don't you tell me what's wrong?" She asked, her smile still on her face. She felt reassured when the dark haired girl looked at her. She blinked at her a few times before beginning to speak.
"How could we remain friends when you don't ship the same ship that I ship?" She asked, hysteria rising in her voice. Summer frowned slightly, unsure of what she meant. She nodded as the other girl started to speak.
"HOW CAN YOU NOT SHIP JOHNLOCK?" She screamed at her. "THEY'RE MEANT FOR ONE ANOTHER, THEY JUST DON'T KNOW IT YET!" She added.
The first girl simply stared at her for a moment. "How could I possibly ship Johnlock when you know for a fact that I ship Sherlock and Anderson?!" She retorted, the hysteria building even more in her voice. "THEY OBVIOUSLY HAVE SO MUCH SEXUAL TENSION!"
Summer was incredibly confused. Amber hadn't prepared her for this when she had been showing her how to reply to desperate asks. "I'm sure you two can get past this." She told them. "There have been much worse things to come between friends!" She told them surely. The second girl stared at her for a few moments before speaking.
"How would you know anything about shipping?" She asked sarcasm in her voice. "You're a hipster!"
The two girls got up from their chairs and began to walk away. She heard their conversation as they left. "Come on, we have an Avengers class now, at least we both ship Steve and Tony!" They laughed together.
Summer rose from her chair, confusion rippled through her, the word hipster stinging her. "You're not a hipster." She told herself. "You're a boho blog." She nodded to herself before leaving for her photography class.