All her life, Aubrey had wanted to be good at something. Anything. If she could master one thing, maybe her parents would stop giving her those looks. She had tried dance, but when her sister told her how fat her legs looked in tights, she quit, saying that it was too girly. She had tried sports: soccer (too fast), Field hockey (too many mean girls), track (running), but then she bought a camera.

It was an accident. Really. It was sitting on the shelf of the boutique where she was currently buying pants. She forewent the pants the moment she picked up the little Canon. And before she knew what she was doing, she was swiping her mum's credit card and walking to the nearest camera store. She was 17.

The first time she got a good picture, a picture even she was impressed with was just before Senior year at Barden. It was orientation and she was to be registering for classes, but signing up for Intro to Law was put on hold when she saw across the campus a petite form sulking across campus. She moved so effortlessly, but with a brooding sense of something deeper. Aubrey knew she had to snap it. The blonde picked up her camera out of her bag, her father scoffing, but not paying attention as Aubrey zoomed in, adjusting the f-stops so that the girl was the only thing in focus. She had this smirk and suddenly Aubrey felt peaceful. She looked down at the exposure count. 23/24. 'This better be good' she thought, pressing down on the shutter. The camera clicked and churned the film around. Satisfied, she finished registering and left, hoping to see the girl soon.