The FHS Photographers: A Short Story

Tick...Tick...Tick... the clock droned, twitching ever closer to 11. 11 meant lunch time. 11 meant 45 minutes with some of Alfie Michael Kaplan's favorite people: The FHS Photographers. He toyed with his new Canon 5DS R, just like he did in almost every class period. After nearly 80 years of high school, it was hard not to focus on his new tech. By his logic, as long as he pulled A's, he could focus on whatever camera he had at the time.

The bell squealed, bringing forth a loud shuffling noise from the AP Calculus class. As Alfie stood, a swish of fiery red hair caught his eye. He didn't recognize the ginger attached to it. She was tall and lovely, with pale skin befitting of an immortal and large green eyes. God, she was beautiful. Ridiculously so.

Okay, maybe "didn't recognize" was inaccurate. He'd seen the girl before, on a photography job at some dance studio. She was some tall ass dancer heralded as a prodigy. Alfie wasn't quite sure what to think about her. It wasn't like he'd actually met her. Was she really the crazy redheaded dance prodigy Jansen and Lindy said
Suddenly, and idea struck him. "You're a dancer, right? I think I saw you at a shoot." Alfie asked as his eyes lit up like saucers. She smiled and nodded, looking down at her legs, "Yeah, I take at Seattle Elite. Why do you ask?" He grinned. "Well, I've learned that dancers make for great photos. Maybe for my side of the project, I could get some pictures of you dancing? I mean, if you want to. It's not a big deal if you do't." Alfie suggested, tiptoeing lightly around the subject. "No, yeah. That sounds great. Um, I have a little studio set up at my place if you want to come over tomorrow and get in some shots?" She replied, the same smile from earlier still gracing her perfect face. "Fantastic." Alfie said, grinning. As always, the villainous bell shook them both from their little photography