Dylan poked his head around the corner as he heard Kylie giggle and skip upstairs. Sure enough, she’d left that old camera he’d seen her messing around with earlier just lying out on the counter in the kitchen. “Perfect!” Dylan said excitedly as he quickly rushed into the room and grabbed the camera. He knew full well that if his mom or sisters saw him “messing around with that” they’d just tell him to put it away because it “wasn’t a toy.” But if they didn’t see him take it, well.....then they certainly couldn’t yell at him, right?
Dylan decided to start by taking a picture of the battle he’d set up in his room with his GI Joes fighting space aliens. He thought it would be cool to show his friends what he’d set up later, and maybe download the picture on his computer? Could this kind of camera do that? Dylan didn’t know. It was old and looked cool, but he wasn’t sure if that would work. Ah well, figure that out later, he thought. Aiming the camera at his toys he took the picture.....
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That was weird, Dylan thought. Why had his sisters put all their old Barbie dolls in his room? With an annoyed groan he put the camera down and carried the dolls over to the entrance of Alex’s room, unceremoniously dumping them there.
“What was I going to take pictures of again?” Dylan asked himself, confused. He could have sworn that he had a specific idea in mind. “Hmm.....maybe I’ll just go over to the window and take pictures of the people outside”, he decided.
Walking over to his window, Dylan glanced over at the neighbor’s house across the street. Loud rock music was blaring as Sean, their son, stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him. Dylan aimed the camera at him and....
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Dylan blinked a couple times, confused, as Saira, his neighbors’ adopted Indian daughter, strolled out of their(suddenly much quieter) house. Spotting him up in the window she smiled and waved at him as she headed for her hot pink little car. He laughed to himself. Of course he knew Saira. She used to babysit him for his parents when he was a little younger.
Dylan continued taking pictures of the people who walked by on the street.
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A woman walking her dog became a pair of package delivery workers, with the parked car they were walking past becoming their van.
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A truck driving past with four teenage boys in it became a blue minivan. A man and a woman in their forties sat in the front, while a tween girl dressed in all pink and a four year old boy in a car suit sat in the back.
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Another neighbor mowing his lawn became a biker chick, while his lawnmower became a motorcycle. She pulled off her helmet, shaking out her long red hair, and then strutted inside the house.
Dylan was having fun taking all these pictures, but he couldn’t help feeling that something was a little....off. Dismissing it as his imagination playing tricks on him, he started to look back out the window to take more pictures. That’s when.....