As Mr. Harris walked down the hall, he passed a number of people. Unfortunately for them, the camera continued to be silently activated with Mr. Harris' every move. All involved were unaware as reality changed.
Kyle Smith was having a rough day. His parents were still arguing about divorce proceedings, his sister had been bullying him constantly, and now he was sent to the principal's office for something another student had done. He was reaching his boiling point, thinking about ways to end it all as he brushed his short brown hair off to the side while tears started to well up. *SNAP* Mrs. Kylie Hill Wiped the tears away. She couldn't let herself get worked up by sad childhood memories. She was the school's guidance counselor after all. She tied her long blonde hair up in a tight bun, fixed her breasts, and walked past Mr. Harris to the principal's office for their weekly cup of tea. She was a strong independent woman who was going to help people.
Margret Lee was struggling to pin up her DnD club poster on the board. She was a short, mousy kid, so she didn't know why she had to do this. She could have placed it lower, but the cheerleading poster lined the board on the lower side, probably just because they knew she'd be there. She hated those stuck up bitches. They always picked on her for her small stature and her small features. "Sometimes..." She thought to herself. "I just wish that I *SNAP* could know what it's like to be a nerd." Zendaya Jones thought to herself. She had always been the star of the show. Not only was she one of the few black kids in the school, but she was one of the hottest and was the head cheerleader. Sure, she loved the attention, but part of her wondered what'd it'd be like to be unknown.
Jim was the janitor. That's all he had in life. His wife left him years ago, he never had any kids, and he needed this job to pay the bills. He swept the halls, never saying a word to anyone. He was always envious of the high schoolers walking him by, never batting an eye. He always heard them bitching about parents this, work sucks that. He always wanted to yell at them, tell them that it wasn't worth it, and they should focus on school work rather than *SNAP* texting brad again. Like, Jenny knew she shouldn't text him, but, like, he was totes changed this time! Jenny walked down the hall, nearly bumping into some teacher as she did so because she was too busy texting. She couldn't wait till Brad pounded her ass again.
Mr. Harris finally made it to the photography classroom. Without knocking, he barged in and placed the camera down on the table.
"Hey Tanya, I found one of your old cameras." He exclaimed.
Tanya Smith, a 50 year old white woman with graying blonde hair, who had enough of everybody's shit, looked beyond her computer to see that younger teacher John standing there triumphantly with some random old camera. She sighed before forcing herself to stand up to get a look at it. It only took her a minute.
"That isn't one of mine Mr. Harris." She sighed.
"What? Are you sure!" He said frustrated. "I mean, it looks like it..."
"Mr. Harris, this is a serious photography class. I only use new cameras to get the best possible cinematography." She explained.
"You sure this isn't ringing any bells?" He said, lifting it up and jokingly snapping a picture.
"Yes I'm sure Johnny, it's perfect!" The young Ms. Tanya belle exclaimed. "I love older cameras. They don't always get the best picture, but this class is about the art of photography, not some boring lecture."
"I'm glad I could help Tanya." John said blushing. He didn't want to admit where he actually got it, as he had a crush on Tanya, so he didn't want to upset her. "H-have a nice day." He awkwardly said before handing her the photo he took and then walked off.
Tanya picked it up and smiled. The quality wasn't the best, but it made it look like some cool instagram filter. She looked great in it too! Her messy black hair tied in an unkept ponytail, her braless chest framed perfectly by her tight shirt. Her yoga pants perfectly capturing her large ass, and even her pose was great.
"Perfect." She thought.