The moment Max stepped into the photography classroom with Kate by her side, her heart sank. The room looked like a regular old classroom. Wasn't it supposed to look different? At least even a little bit? But there were the same old desks, computers, printers, books and other junk. At first glance, this did not look like a class to study photography. She had desperately hoped that there would be something different to surprise her. Maybe this class wouldn't live up to Max's expectations either. She hoped, however, that this time she was wrong. "Where do you want to sit, Max?" Kate inquired as they looked around the room. There weren't that many students in the room yet, so it was relatively empty at the moment.

Max shrugged, "The back is fine." She said and began walking to one of the tables in the back of the room. Kate followed behind her and the two girls laid their bags on the table as they sat down. Max pulled out her polaroid camera, thinking that this would be a good photo op. "Smile Kate!" She said as she pointed the camera at the blonde. Kate obliged, flashing Max her teeth while she took the picture. "First day of photography," Max showed Kate the finalized picture.

"Wow." Kate marveled, "I actually look happy." She handed the picture back to Max, who stuck it in her journal and wrote a caption underneath it. She enjoyed keeping pictures for memory sake. The two girls then talked in small talk, discussing different things, from their first day, to this last class, and to hanging out after school. The classroom had began to fill up after a few minutes, and Max liked that the class was relatively small. She didn't want to make it a chore though to be friends with every single person in here, that would just be too much. She and Kate would be the wallflowers, and she didn't mind that at all. When the bell rang, signaling class to start, a man who Max assumed was the teacher walked into the classroom. So that was Mark Jefferson; hell, he even looked like your stereotypical photographer/hipster. With the hair, and the suit, and the glasses, it was undeniable, and Max couldn't help but to snicker a little bit. "What's so funny, Max?" Kate asked.

Max composed herself, "He's a walking stereotype..." She gestured to the teacher, while a few more giggles escaped her lips. Kate followed her gesture and laughed too, her laugh being music to Max's delicate ears. Maybe this class wouldn't turn out to be so bad after all, and Max's hopes were suddenly lifted if only just slightly.

"Good evening everyone, please take a seat." The teacher, Mr. Jefferson began class. Max watched as the few students who had yet to find a desk went to sit down. "And welcome to the art of photography. As you all probably know by now, I'm Mark Jefferson, and I will be instructing this course. I hope to help you all become better photographers, and more confident in your work." He said as he walked around the room. Kate looked around and noticed that a few of the other girls in the class were practically swooning over Mr. Jefferson, hanging on his every word as he spoke, and she couldn't help but to laugh quietly. This class would be pretty entertaining if she had to say so herself. "And I know it's only the first day, but we will be having an assignment." He added.

"What!?" Groans could be heard throughout the class. Homework or any kind of work at all was forbidden on the first day of school, but Max was actually thankful that she would finally have something to do. And since it was for the class that she had with Kate, that meant the two of them could work on it together. Get some coffee, and have a late homework section in one of their rooms.

Mr. Jefferson walked around the room, passing out the rubric for the very first assignment ever. He stopped at everyone's table to engage in some small talk with them. Max assumed it was a weird thing that teachers did to try and get to know their students a little better. It was a strange thing, really. When he got to Max and Kate's table, he eyed Max's camera with careful eyes. "Vintage, I like it." He nodded in approval as he gave the two girls their papers.

"Uh, thanks?" Max replied, unsure.

Kate laughed, "Oh Max, he loves your hipster ways."

Max laughed as well, "If it will help me get an A, then I don't care."

Kate picked up the paper and gave it a read over, "At least this first assignment looks easy." She shrugged, "And we can work on it together." She suggested, causing Max to smile. It seemed as though Kate always knew what Max was thinking, and Max really enjoyed that. They seemed to get each other, understand each other if you will.

Mr. Jefferson cleared his throat, "Okay, so you could probably call this a project if you wanted to, but I want it to be as visual as possible. After all, this is an art class, so make it look artsy. I want you to make a creative profile of yourself. Why do you love photography? What got you interested in it? How long have you done it? And include lots of pictures. Anything you think that is remotely even related to the subject of photography." He explained the project in detail. "I guess this is my weird way of trying to get to know you guys. It's not due until next week, so you have lots of time. Go ahead and get started." He dismissed the class, and Max turned to talk to Kate.

"Wow, this is going to be easy." The brunette said.

Kate agreed, "Yeah, but we can work on it later. Are you hungry?" She asked.

Max nodded, "A little."

"Let's go get dinner." She suggested, and Max agreed. The two girls then stood up, put their things away, and headed to the door of the classroom. Kate Marsh had some tricks up her sleeves, and Max couldn't wait to figure them all out. And she was really excited for dinner. She wondered if Kate knew of any other restaurants in Arcadia Bay; that didn't matter though, because she knew that they would have a great time nonetheless.

"What did you have in mind?" Max inquired.

"Take out?" Kate suggested.

"That sounds like heaven."