Capturing Savannah by J. L. Krajcirovic Read Free Book Online

So eight then.” I realize I think I just agreed to go on a date with him. And I actually do want too but I don’t want to give him the wrong idea about us so I add “Ok but dinner doesn’t mean we are boyfriend/girlfriend. We both need to stay focused on school.”. I have only known David a few weeks now, but I am happy to know him. He makes me smile and laugh and feel ok doing it.
    The movie is almost over and I am pretty tired . Yawning I look over at David and he is asleep. I don’t blame him cause it has to be like five a.m. or something. I move the pillow he gave me to use to the head of the bed and try to push him over onto it. Cause it would suck for him to sleep sitting up like that all night. He lays down and then blinks his eyes a few times. He starts to sit up but I stop him.
    “Stay put. Go to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow night .” I say.
    With a yawn he says “Goodnight Thea.”

Chapter Four
     
    It’s already Friday by the time I go to sleep. And around lunchtime when I wake up. I blink my eyes open to the sound of rustling paper and a pencil. Blinking again I see Emily at her desk.
    “Hey.” I say to her.
    “Hey yourself.” She says. “I am meeting Lilah for lunch if you want to go downstairs with me.”
    I sit up and stretch, yawning “Uhkkaaay” to her.
    Getting up slowly I brush my teeth first. As I look in the mirror I smile a little at myself remembering that tonight I have kind of a date with David. Starting to blush a little I brush my black bangs to the side, even out my part so that all the pink streaks rest on the right side of my face along with my bangs. I pull on a comfy short-sleeved black and dark grey-stripped t-shirt and change into my jeans. I know it’s going to be another typical hot Savannah day but these are going to work better for the photography lab later today.
    On the weekends, which includes Fridays, they still serve breakfast at lunchtime. Which I think is my favorite thing about this cafeteria. I could eat eggs, bacon, and hash browns for every meal. This is feeling like it’s going to be a pretty good day.
    After breakfast, well lunch time really, Emily and Lilah take the blue mini cooper to the other side of town. I go upstairs to collect my camera equipment ready to take on a new project. I throw a secondary empty bag over my shoulder. I decided last night what I was going to do for my assignment. The assignment is to capture multiple images of a landmark or a representative image for the city. For my images I am going to need to walk all over the historic downtown area so I get out my frayed old sneakers. The kind that are comfortable and worn enough that they don’t give you blisters. They slip on easily and I tie up the gray laces that were white once upon a time.
    I check to make sure I have my key though the thought crosses my mind that if I were to get locked out again it wouldn’t be all that bad of a thing. “Ok” I say to myself dismissing the thoughts of David since I have work to do. I stop back in the cafeteria and buy five of the brown bag lunch sacks. Each one holds a BLT sandwich with packets of mustard and mayonnaise. Plus either an apple or a banana, a bag of chips and a bottle of water. I stuff the five sacks into my secondary empty bag I grabbed earlier.
    As I am walking out Max waves at me probably wondering what I am up to with all the bags. Walking out the doors to the dorm I go to the right planning to make a full circle back to the photo lab which is about eight or so blocks up to the left and over from the dorms. I walk to the square, Chippewa Square, below our sixth floor stoop. The man I saw asleep on the bench my first night here is sitting on the bench with his arms folded across him. The chow dog is laying under the bench and behind the mans feet with it’s head curling around them.
    I pull out one of the brown-bagged lunches and approach them.
    “Hi” I say. “Pretty nice day today. I brought you lunch.”
    The man