Ottilyn's P.O.V.
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God, this is so uncomfortable. The tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. This is so... weird.
It's weird, right?
We're halfway through our last class, and I've barely paid attention at all. Not that I'm that worried. It's just a photography class. My mom demanded that I use one of my electives to do something other than another AP class. She said it would look good on a college resume anyway. Since I don't do sports, nor am I part of any clubs.
So, photography it was.
I thought it would be an easy class that I could relax in. A last class to help me unwind at the end of the day. Like my own kind of alone time.
Or so I thought that's how it would go. Even though Kieran told me we had this class together, I
