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Chapter 1
I walked down the board walk, waiting for something to catch my eye. There were punk rockers with tattoos and piercings, preppy girls with their jock boyfriends, even a couple of kids my age in army fatigues and combat boots. I watched the latter group walk around, they seemed so wary and I had to wonder who they expected to be attacked by.
"Hey, guys!" I heard someone call and then a boy with an easy smile and a blue windbreaker bounced up to the two boys I had been watching. I could tell he was trying to interest them in something behind him and the dark haired one seemed ready to go, but not the other one. The blonde was so serious, back straight, shoulders stiff. He surveyed the world with a gravity that most teenagers didn't possess, like he had a lot of responsibility resting on him but he was proud of it.
He turned in my direction and as he did the light fell just perfectly on him, creating many drastic contrasts with the shadows that lingered on his face. It looked so far away, removed from the boardwalk and I instinctively pulled my camera up to my eye and snapped the picture.
He locked eyes with me and his face hardened. He tapped his two cohorts on the arm and they both turned to stare at me as well. They looked like a modern version of the three musketeers. I snapped another picture and smiled at them all, a small friendly smile. Only the one in the blue windbreaker smiled back. The blonde one was just so serious, his very ere demanded respect but it just made me want to tease him until he smiled. At this thought my smiled turned the littlest bit evil. They started to move towards me and I turned, throwing a last look over my shoulder before moving into the crowd.
I headed for the bathroom on the other side of the crowd, knowing they couldn't fallow me in there. Just as I pushed the door open I looked back and caught the eye of the blonde boy. His face was as hard and cold as anything I had ever seen. I don't know what came over me exactly but I winked at him just before the door closed. I knew he would wonder about who I was and why I had taken his picture and I knew not knowing would drive him crazy and this made me giggle quietly. I had no idea how I knew so much about a guy I had never met and I pondered this as I moved hastily across the tile floor.
The girl winked at Edgar Frog just before she disappeared into the bathroom. He growled in frustration as he pushed the door open a couple seconds behind her.
"Ed…" Allen grunted in protest of his entering the women's restroom.
He ignored him and walked in. There was no one there. He scanned the entire room twice and even checked under the stalls but still nothing. It was like she had just evaporated into thin air. He huffed out a breath of irritation and walked back out to rejoin Allen and Sam.
Who was that auburn haired girl with the camera? What did she want with him? She had been wearing jeans and a green t-shirt with eye make up to match and Edgar promised himself he would not forget her face.
I was standing just below the bathroom window trying to smother my laughter as I heard the door slam for the second time. I had been clutching my camera to my chest but I slowly let my hands fall to my sides as I sighed in relief that they had not found me or done anything to it. The camera had become like an extension of my arm since I had gotten it a week ago and now it had become even more precious because of the pictures inside. I couldn't wait to get them developed and see how that one of just the blonde had turned out. I went home to see if I had scrounged up enough money yet to get the film developed and buy more.