chloeayn
I always liked the sky. I liked looking at it and taking pictures of it; it never looked the same twice -- the clouds would move, the sun would get brighter. My friends and I, in fifth grade, made a fake television show, and I was the cameraman and meteorologist. It was sunny practically every day, but I still loved my job.
In my seventh grade science class, my teacher had a skeleton propped up against the wall. It freaked me out and I often stared at it while daydreaming in class. I imagined it living, no skin or muscle, just bone, moving and walking and smiling its creepy smile that seemed to defy death.