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Musume had always been a bit naïve. Her father didn't teach her any better, or teach her anything for that matter. She found herself leaning against the same wall she put her cigarettes out onto. She hadn't had one in days. Her dealer had stopped supplying her when they realized she was the daughter of a rich and powerful CEO. All she had was the camera hanging from her neck. It was one of the most expensive cameras in the world, and when she showed it to the photography club they almost started weeping. The leader, a third year American exchange student named Freddie, had tried to get her to join the club. When she said she was too invested in getting into the drama club, he offered to pull some strings in the photography business to get her into a contest, after seeing some of her work.
She'd set the binder holding all her pictures down and opened it. The first page contained a few nature spots, nothing special. The second page was filled with pictures from a jewelry shop her father had taken her too. Glistening seas of diamonds and chandeliers made of glass brightened up the page. The next page was her favorite. It was made of candid shots of almost everybody in school, with their permission of course. There was one of Kokona Haruka and Saki Miyu sneaking a quick kiss in the hallway, one of Ayano Aishi staring lovingly at Taeko Yamada, and one of Midori Gurin falling asleep in class. But her favorite was of a girl named Osoro Shidesu. She didn't have the greatest reputation, but after capturing her softer moments on film, she couldn't see her as anything but lovely. The picture that had always been her favorite was one of Osoro alone in the hedge maze, looking for a lost weapon. A butterfly had flown onto her finger, and Musume had quickly lifted up her camera and immortalized the moment. Osoro had been smiling, and the sun had lit up her blonde hair like a messy halo.
Freddie had immediately called a pal of his to get her into the contest. When it was confirmed that she was in, she jumped with joy. She'd run down to the first floor and away from everyone else to call her father. She'd told him the news, and figured he'd go to atleast this one event, especially since he'd spent so much money on the camera. He simply told her he had a meeting that he needed to attend and hung up. The phone dropped out of her hand. Seething hot tears were starting to crawl down her cheeks.
Osoro was walking to the incinerator when she spotted Musume crying. She didn't know much about the girl, other than she was rich, liked photography, and had a nicotine addiction. She felt a small twinge in her heart as she walked towards her, and placed her hand on her shoulder. Musume instantly collapsed into her, fingers clinging to her shirt desperately. She sighed, and gently rubbed up and down Musume's back. Whoever caused this was going to get punched.