It's 9:00 pm on a Saturday and I'm sitting on a rock outside of a party with a camera around my neck, mad. I'm deciding if I want to go wit my cousin or not. I finally choose yes
He comes out with his girlfriend, she tags along with us. Or I with them. We then get into the truck.
On the way to the store we were listening to music,jaming out.
As soon as we got to the store, we started looking for the lighter fluid. While looking for the lighter fluid I heard a click and saw a flash. Not knowing that I had accidentally taken a picture of my cousin.
We were heading back to the party. On the way back we were just talking, catching up on lost time. We were talking about old loving and funny memories. I also wasn't so angry anymore.
When we made it back my aunt was outside waiting on me. She had an upset look on her face. That's how I knew she was mad. She asked me why I left with the camera, if I was supposed to be the photographer. I told her,because she kept taking over. The she got even more angry and took the camera away. I was no longer the photographer for the Black Christmas Party...