+ forty three

when i arrived at the airport with my dad, he held his hand out for me as we waited at the terminal for my flight to be announced. 

"what?" i barked the question at him.

"your phone." he said, shaking his hand a bit signaling for me to place it in his hand. "give it to me."

i looked at him through surprise filled wide eyes. "why?"

"i don't want you talking to him while you're over there." he said simply, which had been exactly my plan. "and you won't be needing your phone at the boarding school anyway. they don't allow them there."

i stomped my foot on the ground in frustration, but stuck my hand into my pocket and got my phone out. instead of handing it directly to him, i let it fall to the floor and crossed my arms over my chest.

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im back from checking on my photographs. i just did the final chemical coatings on them and left them soaking in the water tank. they should be clean and ready to turn in for tomorrow's project.

honestly, i never thought developing photos the old fashion way would be such a hassle.

professional photographers of the past are the real mvps.

-clary