Understanding.

I understand, I really do.
You want to be creative.
Grabbing a slr camera and a free editing program that can easily be found on google is quick.


If photography was a person my heart would break for her. I can imagine a beautiful girl. She was very versatile and unique.
Everyone in this town loved her because she was so pure. Whenever she was twelve years old she was playing in a field full of wildflowers. While she was spinning around, a small bunny appeared. His name was Art. Art told photography that she was beautiful and he would love if she would call him uncle art. Photography was so happy because she loved being around Art. He taught her many things about life. He showed her how to deal with her emotions and how to reveal beauty in dark things. One day, while art and photography were talking up in a tree. Art told photography that he had to go on a journey and would be gone for while. photography shed a tear but knew that she learned all that she could from Art. After they hugged goodbye, Art said, "Photography, you are beautiful do not let anyone tell you, you are less. You are sacred. Do not forget the power you hold. Do not let men and women belittle you. Be careful of who you surround yourself with, for if you tell anyone that you know me people will try to take that away from you. All of the lessons I taught you will go to waste, all the lovely things you learn, you will forget." Photography nodded, shed a tear, and walked home , while Art walked in the other direction.
For photography's sixteenth birthday, her aunt and uncle planned a party for her. When she arrived home she was so happy because in her very own backyard was full of bright green grass, people, lanterns, her favorite type of scones, presents, and tea. They danced underneath the moonlight to oldies and Photography's favorite band MGMT. She couldn't stop smiling. The wind raced through her hair, and her veins were full of life. One boy named Genuine whispered in Photography's ear telling her she was so beautiful. Photography blushed and smiled. She was always very fond of Genuine. He was a kind boy. He was always nice to everyone.There was another boy there named Facebook. Facebook was loved by most parents and all the ladies in this town. However, he was never kind to genuine. He was the kind of boy who was nice on the outside, but a cold stone on the inside. Facebook saw Genuine whisper in photography's ear and quickly became jealous. Everyone kept dancin' and eating scones. After Photography told her goodbyes, she laid in her bed with the quilt her and Art made together.
While she was laying in bed thinking of how lovely her party was she heard someone in a low voice saying, "Photography, are awake? I have something for you." She hopped up out of bed hoping to see Genuine. However, it was not Genuine that was calling. When she approached her window she saw Facebook. Photography was disappointed but said, "Hi, Facebook. It's late what are you doing here?" He told her he had something for her and wanted to take her to a secret place. Although Photography felt slightly bad about not telling her aunt and uncle, she went anyways. Photography was timid but she loved exploring new places because Art always encourage her to be brave and adventurous. Facebook and Photography walked through this trail. They had to travel under thick vines until they reached this secret place. This place was beautiful. It was full of bright things- fireflies, and the stars all looked so clear. She was amazed. While they were there Facebook kept asking questions. Photography felt special because he was so interested in her. He asked kept asking things about Art. She didn't reply then he gave her a scone her favorite kind and he kissed her on her cheek. Then he read a poem he wrote for her. After that he sang a song he wrote for her and played on his harmonica. Then he kissed her on her lips. After that sweet kiss she forgot all about her feelings for Genuine. She quickly forgot the importance of her secrets. He sweetly asked again about Art and all of the lessons. She told him everything. They laid together that night talking and she kept exposing things about herself to him that she knew she shouldn't. Photography kept thinking "I shouldn't say this", "I shouldn't do this". But Facebook had a way of making her want to do the things she knew she ought not. She opened secrets and doors to her soul and let Facebook in. The next morning she woke up only to be alone. She screamed for Facebook but he never replied. Her heart began to beat faster and faster. Her palms began to sweat. Her mouth began to water. Her stomach felt sick. She threw up. She frantically ran back to town.
When she arrived her biggest fear came true.
The whole town knew all of her secrets.
Her worst nightmare became reality.
Facebook told everything and everyone all the things that made photography unique.
After that day photography was no longer considered sacred, but only common.
She lived her life with as many tears to fill an ocean, and enough grief to kill an army.
THE END.