I'm the kind of person who skips to the conversation when reading a book.
“Don’t take my picture!” Finley shouted, quickly heading out of the room when he saw me grab my iPod.
He knew. He knew that he looked good, and that I wanted his picture.
The apple does not fall far from the tree. When my father wanted to take my 8th grade graduation picture (yes, dear, there used to be 8th grade graduation), I refused to face the camera.
I still can’t believe that I even ever wore dresses that short!
Am I comfortable in front of people? If there were a word stronger than “never”, I would use it.
How about you?