Chapter 2

I woke up the next morning and immediately took a shower. The warm water was soothing my skin. Abby left a note, telling that she has to be up early and finish her designs. I figured that she went home late last night. She might've had fun.

I changed into my "comfy" clothes, this time, wearing my black converses, acid-washed jeans, and a black fitted shirt that said, "Stick it". I blow dried my pirmed black hair and pulled it back to a messy ponytail. I grabbed my book bag, my camera, and the photos I developed.

I immediately went to the coffee shop by the cafeteria to grab some "breakfats" as Abby like to call it. She's too conscious of her weight while I, eat a lot but still remained pin thin. I ordered a mocha java and a bagel. Mmmm. My favorite.

I finished my food and walked to the building my classroom was in. I met people on the way. "Hey Gel." They greeted. Okay, so some call me Angie, and some call me Gel. What you wanna call me, it's up to you.

Anyway, I entered my room and took a seat by the window. This was my favorite spot. My room's in the third floor, so in the window, you could see the whole university. It sometimes inspires me in my work.

Professor Paige came in and everyone was back to his or her seats. A guy in his late forties, you would think that Prof. Paige was grumpy and stern. But nope, this guy's really cool. He taught us everything about photography and other media arts. He was like our friend inside and outside the classroom.

"Kids! Let's have your projects on the table." He said. He always calls us kids.

Everyone got their envelopes and laid it on Prof's table.

"No class for this morning… I'll be evaluating your photos. See ya'll at 2 pm at the auditorium." He told us.

Cheers suddenly busted in the room and everyone left.

"Miss Parker," he called.

I turned around and approached Prof. Paige. "Yes, sir?"

" I had a call from Mr. Alexis Walter, and he told me that some agency called him and wanted you to take this band's photos. I forgot the name, but yeah. This agency's big, I can tell. They said the photo you posted outside the shop fascinated them."

The huge grin crept into my face. "What? Seriously?"

"Yep. And I'm proud of you." He patted me by the shoulder.

"Thank you, sir."

"And oh, you might be needing these." He got my project from the table and handed it to me. "You pass."

I was stunned. First, some agency wanted me, then this! "Does this mean I'm finally gonna graduate?"

There was a long pause.

"Professor?"

"Yes." He said and I swear I jumped up and down in front of him.

He laughed and I thanked him once again. I immediately went to the student's lounge to go over the things that just happened, and to hang out as well.

I sat in a bean chair at the corner and got myself comfortable. I opened the envelope and looked over the photos once again.

My heart pounded when I came across the mysterious guy's photos. I swear I have seen him before. I swear I have seen THEM. I just don't know where. Hmmm. That's strange.