Today, Beacon Hills High School prepares to welcome a new student! Several new students, in fact; a whole class of them. As summer gives way to fall, so too does freedom give way to restriction. Get in your seats, everyone.
Sean! She sits next to him quickly, after waving back to Lydia.
"So. I miiight have gone a little bit overboard. In Gym."
"I quote, "demolished", everyone. End quote. At dodge-ball. Apparently they should feel shame. According to the Coach, at least."
Everyone should find a partner! They'll choose three partners throughout this class; the first one will last for a third of the year.
Pass on Lydia and Harley, been there, done that. But... she slips down next to the sneaky fellow photographer.
"Get any good pictures today?"
"The lighting in the hallways isn't very forgiving, but the windows in the cafeteria? I'm really looking forward to developing the ones I took here. But I am hoping I'll be able to do something with the hallway photos, I read about this cool technique in an old issue of Popular Photography..." She pauses, realises she's rambling, "Uh. I'm sorry. I'm Juliet. Wanna be partners?"
She shakes his hand, acting very professional. But then cracks a small smile. "Please poke me next time I start rambling. Sometimes I get to a certain point and there's no stopping me. I just, uh, photography is my thing, you know?"
"I'd love to see it. And ditto. Though, kinda depends what sort of imagery you're okay with seeing. I have.. a tendency towards the... morbid? That's not the right word. I can show you some of my safe for work stuff, if you prefer."
"Why thou art so fair?" She laughs, "Please. I was raised on it. My dad is obsessive like that."
"Are you. I've always had trouble with Ibsen, but I know a good writer when I see one. Speaking of, we should get back to these lame exercises."