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Chapter 15- Clifton | The Affair of Seconds

Chapter 15: The Affair of Seconds

"Welcome to Advanced Photography"

Clifton raised an eyebrow at the burly man standing in front of his small class of six people. 4 girls and 2 boys. The man had a cheesy red-top name tag stuck on the top pocket of his white button up shirt that said "Hello, my name is Proffessor Keating"

He was an old aged man, with salt and pepper hair and a completely white beard that ran across his jaw up to his sideburns. He looked like he came straight out of a children's book. Clifton felt for the security of his camera, sure enough it was hooked onto a strap that went around his neck. Looking around the classroom, he noticed that the walls were an off white colour and there was nothing else. No notice boards, bulletin boards or even posters that encouraged classroom behaviour.

"I would like to officially welcome you to my class, lets hope you're better than the last bunch of fuckers I got" The professor said with a upturned smile. He looked at the students individually and asked each of them to call out their names. Clifton said his name last and the professor nodded at the class and turned back to his table behind him.

"Over the course of this summer, you will be tasked with multiple small assignments individually or in groups. However through all of this there is an overall personal project that you must investigate and create a portfolio on, that will be exhibited at the end of second term. This project is essential for you to prove your skill and abilities, the photos you take for the project will follow an overarching theme that you shall pick. Please keep in mind children, that these photos must be taken, compiled and edited in your own time and not class time. It is a self showcase on your dedication to the subject."

Clifton looked around the room as the professor started handing out task sheets to their first assignment on fine-art. He already had an idea on what he would do his fine art on so he took the time to intake his surroundings. There were tripods of all shapes and sizes scattered all around the classrooms, with respective cases next to them. One one wall of the room, there were light boxes and studio set ups that were placed as well as computers that were situated next to them. He could see many black closed and labelled boxes on the ground that could have possible green screens, stage lights and misc gear within them.

He breathed a sigh of content and looked around at the students who like him didn't talk much but rather enjoyed the soft clicks on camera lens' and the conversations that pictures rather than people could give you.

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After the last bell rang through the building allowing Clifton to know that the day was over, the students dismissed across all the hallways. He couldn't get out of his computer science class fast enough. As he made his way out of the entrance and on to the field. He could already see people sitting in circles and guys playing a small game of basketball across from the bathrooms.

Jonathan wasn't inside when Clifton entered their lodge, so he left the door open in case he decided to show up anytime soon. With the empty room, Clifton took the opportunity to set his camera down on his bedside table and made his way to his unpacked suitcase. He unzipped the luggage and grabbed a fresh plain white t-shirt that he was going to change into.

For a second the smell stopped him. For anyone else, the smell that encompassed the atmosphere around him would just be normal laundry detergent. He brought the shirt nearer to his nose and closed his eyes. The spring scented cotton filled his nostrils and Clifton couldn't help but sigh out a choked breath.

It smelt like home.

Not the house where Blaize and him are non existent under their mother's eyes and where their father had given up on family a long time ago. Not the house that they came from.