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- Genres
- romance, modern, drama, modern fantasy, horror
It was not long after school had ended and Erika was quietly walking behind the bleachers on the football field. This particular time was the time the cheerleader had their practice which means she hadn't gotten Freyja to come with her due to the risk of running into the popular girls on the squad.
Erika wasn't here to look at the cheerleaders, she was here to take pictures of the brightly colored fall leaves and hopefully some cool footprints in the mud, but there was something captivating about them. About the way they moved and jumped in unison, about the way their skirts and hair blew in the breeze.
On a normal day she would just walk past them, itching to take a picture, yet still walk past them. But there was something about the way their blue uniforms contrasted with the orange of the fall that made her stop and bring the camera up to her face. They would most likely start training indoors soon, now that it had finally started to get cold and this could be her last chance to capture them. Her finger pressed down the trigger out of habit before she was able to think about it anymore.
Erica knew the picture wouldn't be any good though, she was to far away and the bleachers blocked her sight. She carefully made her way closer, most cheerleaders had their back to the bleachers and they were focused on what they were doing so as long as she wasn't obvious nobody would pay enough attention to someone walking past to see what she did.
She took one more photo and then another. She knew these girls would turn out as beautiful on the film as they were in real life, she also knew she'd be dead if they knew she took them and maybe that was part of why she wanted to take them.
Erika wasn't here to look at the cheerleaders, she was here to take pictures of the brightly colored fall leaves and hopefully some cool footprints in the mud, but there was something captivating about them. About the way they moved and jumped in unison, about the way their skirts and hair blew in the breeze.
On a normal day she would just walk past them, itching to take a picture, yet still walk past them. But there was something about the way their blue uniforms contrasted with the orange of the fall that made her stop and bring the camera up to her face. They would most likely start training indoors soon, now that it had finally started to get cold and this could be her last chance to capture them. Her finger pressed down the trigger out of habit before she was able to think about it anymore.
Erica knew the picture wouldn't be any good though, she was to far away and the bleachers blocked her sight. She carefully made her way closer, most cheerleaders had their back to the bleachers and they were focused on what they were doing so as long as she wasn't obvious nobody would pay enough attention to someone walking past to see what she did.
She took one more photo and then another. She knew these girls would turn out as beautiful on the film as they were in real life, she also knew she'd be dead if they knew she took them and maybe that was part of why she wanted to take them.