Michael Lao.
He kinda looked like a string bean, a sweaty string bean.
He left sweat marks on my camera lens, the imprint of his skin on the tempered glass.
He didn't speak a lot either. All my questions were answered with one word, like a caveman.
"Close. Track." He said, tugging at his uniform.
A shy guy? Or maybe a rude guy.
"Doesn't track make you feel like a hamster in a ball?" I asked.
He raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?
Four words, nice.
"Like isn't it boring?"
He laughed, like genuinely laughed. I liked making him laugh. Okay, so he wasn't rude, just shy. I liked talking to a shy guy, he was like a vault full of secrets and making him laugh was getting closer to cracking the code.
When he laughed, he was kinda cute.
"Why are you laughing?" I smiled.
"Of course it gets boring." He smiled back. "But that's what I like about running. It's consistent."
"I stand by what I said, it's boring." I pretended to yawn.
Holding up my camera, I snapped a quick photo of him before his smile evaporated.
"Hey!" Michael sighed, covering his face with his hands.
"Gonna submit this to the yearbook!" I yelled back, skipping down the hallway.
As I walked away, I looked at the picture, looked at Michael. His face was softer, his eyes kinder. That's what I loved about photography, to capture a moment, even if it's just for a moment, I get to feel that moment over and over again.
Smiling, I tucked my camera into my bag and decided I would make it a habit to leave the dark room around the time the track team ended practice.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Shutter
Novela JuvenilAva Baker is fearless, she doesn't ask, she takes. Michael Lao keeps to himself, he doesn't speak unless spoken to. When Ava and Michael's worlds collide, it feels like fate for these two high schoolers. But fate has different plans in store. With o...
