{the art of photography//1x1}

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marble hills school of fine arts. a
college that accepts only the greate-
st. during your time there, they help
make you a well-rounded artist. so,
when a writer is struggling with pho-
tography and enlists the help of one
the of class best, what will happen?
will a friendship arise? maybe even
xxxxxxxxxsomething more?

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hello! silverycities, here. please do not post here if you aren't silver or pastel. please do feel free to watch, though!~

[fatal trouble]

name. miles king
nickname. m, but none really
age. nineteen
gender. male
sexuality. heterosexual
birthday. may seventh
zodiac sign. taurus
major. writing

hair color. dark brown
hair style. short, side swept
eye color. forest green
skin tone. decently tan
height. five foot eleven
build. average
fc/vc. cole sprouse

positive traits. trustworthy, sentimental, loyal, wise, patient, understanding
negative traits. possesive, lazy, stubborn, jealous

history. wip

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"I must've caught you from 11:11, the lucky number
seven. I try to hide with my words, but you just
find me clever. Found a million places
you'd be worth the chases to
go-oh-oh"
-11:11 , Waterparks
name; seraphina camila lee nickname(s); cami age; 18 gender; female sexuality; bisexual birthday; april 3rd (really wishes it was on the 1st.) appearance; seraphina has purple hair that goes down her back. it's naturally a light brown. her eyes are dark brown. she's somewhat pale. she's about 5'6 with an average build. personality; seraphina is a very dreamy person. she's always spaced out in class, always thinking of something random. she's been known to blurt out random things when she spaces out mid-conversation. she seems to come up with ideas on the spot, some more stupid than others. seraphina does like things to go faster and she's very vocal about when she's getting frustrated. despite this, she really does enjoy helping and often volunteers to do even the smallest tasks other; (i'll add to this)

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[fatal trouble]

xxxPhotography with Professor Harper was just another wasted hour and a half to Miles King. He entered the dimmed room with his backpack slung over his shoulder, had he'd just come from the creative writing class just downstairs. Weaving his way between tables, he took a seat at a table for two near the back, drawing his computer from his backpack. The writer zipped his backpack back up and opened the lid to his MacBook Air to finish the writing assignment he had almost finished. He saw no problem with this, since class had yet to start and he was earlier than most. This was a much better option than photography himself, but then again that's coming from someone who's been writing since he was 13.

xxxMiles couldn't get the hang of photography, and he didn't know why. His grade was so low, he was sure he'd never be able to get it back up. There was a small sliver of hope for him, which he'd take his plan into action today; ask one of the class's top photographer for help. From as much as Miles was able to get from Seraphina Lee, it was that she was a very imagininative person who was also very helpful. Indeed, it did slightly wound his pride that he was this bad at photography, but asking for help was better than failing. So, Miles continued, and actually finished, his writing assignment for one of his earlier classes and waited for the pastel purple hair of the photographer he was seeking to walk into the room.

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seraphina skipped into class, her purple hair hair twirled into a bun. she was quite honestly prepared to lounge through out class, this being the only class she could ace. the room was almost always cold. especially on days like these, where professer harper had something big planned. so, when the girl noticed how cold her nose was starting to get, she began to regret not bringing a jacket. whatever. she'd probably be better off without one. at least she'd be too cold to dare fall asleep, so she could finally take notes for once. it wasn't like she needed them too much. seraphina took a seat, taking her notebook out of her bag.

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xxxAlthough he was already seated, Miles put his laptop in his bag and stood, moving across to the room where Seraphina sat. Miles had a split second of doubt, but he needed assistance. "Is this seat taken?" He asked awkwardly, his voice shaking from the heaps of doubt he was experiencing mentally. The writer pointed at the chair beside her, not knowing if she'd know who he was, but if she did, it'd definitely save some time and introductions. Professor Harper entered the room, in her usual optimistic mood, telling all the students to take a seat, sending, yet another, wave of uneasiness Miles's way, fearing being called out in front of the class.

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seraphina looked up, offering a warm smile. "no, it isn't! feel free to sit." she offered, her voice cheery, as always. she never really sat with anyone in particular, her only close friends doing things such as illustration, or sculpting. it never really bothered her, though. "miles, is it?" she asked, moving a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

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xxxMiles nodded to her, sitting and offering a soft smile to her. He set his bag at his feet and removed a small notepad from his backpack to take notes if needed. “So I was going to ask you for a, um, small favor,” Miles started, looking over at her. “Long story short, I’m failing this class and I was going to ask if you could help me, maybe not fail?”

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seraphina somewhat tilted her head. it was beyond her how someone could possibly be failing photography, but it wasn't her place to judge. in fact, she had no room to judge. someone could probably say the same about her old math grades. "oh. well, sure. i could try." she opened her empty notebook.

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xxx“Thank you,” he says quickly, looking relieved. He felt ridiculous asking for help with photography, but he really couldn’t fail. Miles turned back into his own space, shading a small square on the notepad out of sheer boredom. Professor Harper’s words went in one ear and out the other to him as she explained a new project. The writer just looked around, not even relatively paying attention.