Mike plopped into his seat in photo 1. It was the beginning photo class, and Mike was taking it as an elective his senior year. He didn’t want to be a photographer, but it beat writing poetry or singing in musical theatre.
    For the last couple days since Adam had brought it up, all Mike could think about was Homecoming. Adam had planted a seed and put crazy ideas about taking Monica Callaway into Mike’s head. His morning ritual of “delaying” his departure for school was even more intense than it used to be. She was no longer the hot girl that was totally out of reach. Now she was the hot girl that was totally out of reach but would look smokin’ in a Homecoming dress.
    Photo class was especially torturous. Monica was oblivious to Mike, even though they sat only a few chairs away from each other. This normally would have been a major turn off to Mike. Girls that are full of themselves, regardless of how hot they are, are a waste of time. Mike knew Monica was different though, and he blamed himself for never even attempting a conversation.
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