All Chapters of The Photo Collector : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

What happened was very crucial because nobody, among all of the people passing back and forth to and from the entrance gate of the Hamlet Creek University, was able to spot us as we attempted to enter the hazardous and perhaps warning-driven front part of the area. None of the students, of the parents, and even of the three other guards who were assigned to guard the entrance gate was able to see us entered. We successfully overcame the overthought possibilities, both the good and the bad, without difficulty at all. All it took was just three minutes of creeping forward past the gigantic but dimmed gate of the university. Afterwards, we seek for hideout in the nearest hall--the Artists’ Hall, which by the way, was empty--and we hid it there. It did not took us long enough because on the seventh minute since we began our operation, the area cleared out for a moment. However, one thing I had noticed, we never saw any of my friends were fetched by their parents. That made me to c

What I did not clearly understand was, why would my big brother want my friends to go to our house right away? If the purpose really was to meet them and only that and nothing else, why did it had to be on our house and not anywhere else? I just could not deduce the possible answers and the longer I stayed and engaged my self in that one particular question, the harder it was for me to find a possible answer. Big brother tossed his phone back to where it came from--inside his vest. He then stared at me blankly before he decided it was now the best time to move in the car and settle ourselves so that we could now begin the trip going to our home. Just by simply looking at the mirror, I saw how his hands were delicate as they moved to lay its fingers on to the steering wheel. Without saying a word, my big brother starter the engine and began to turn the car so it would move out of its parking spot. As the car’s air conditioner began to send cool air that alm

CHUCK No one could ever begin to describe how happy all of us were the moment we saw Travis slid the mayor’s van’s door open.  The way his face appeared out of nowhere, and the way his eyes reflected the dimming lights of the stars only reminded us of hope and nothing else anymore. It was very dramatic. Too much drama. Loaded with drama. But that was the kind of drama that I would not get tired of being involved into, and the kind of drama that no matter how many times it would happen to me (or to us), we would never get used to it. It was one of the best feeling in the world, perhaps after a long time. It was one of the moments worthy of reminiscing, one of the moments that deserved a milestone carved in our hearts. And his face, his innocent, bare, and clean face. A face that reminded us of a beautiful and well-cared sapphire, that you would surely offer your life in exchange of its safety. That was the face w

PHILIP  The hotness that the water from the jacuzzi offered was so satisfying enough to cleanse our body from stress and body pain that we all had got after a long, very tiring and exhausting day at the Hamlet Creek University. The infinity pool, as expected, was filled with brimming cold water, and the breeze it had was blown by the wind towards our direction, which offered us a great sensation of having both cool and warm temperatures at the same time. Nothing else would give us this chilling feeling other than this infinity pool itself. While all of us were in boxer shorts with half of our bodies were soaked to the warm water of the jacuzzi, Travis was looking like an unbothered king on the air bed floating in between the rest of us. A plain and simple white bath robe was  wrapped around his body, as he laid himself down in an inclined manner, where in his left hand was holding a bottle of champaigne

It was already almost midnight when the dinner was served. We settled ourselves one by one onto the long (when I said long, I meant super long) table, where in on top of it laid the bountiful and stomach-churning menus of variety of foods. There was this famous toasted turkey, there was also some meatballs dipped into a sauce made of some spices and tomato ketchup, there was three different kinds of salads, and four different kinds of pasta. It was as if we were just eating in a catered restaurant, and the foods were surely way, way too much for us. As we sat ourselves onto the seats, we could not help but just be amazed and overwhelmed of what were laid on the table. That was why, while we were still waiting for  Travis’ big brother to join with us in this late night supper, we decided to take a mini conversation and talk about how majestic this set up was and why did it have to be that way. “Is it just me, or is everyone also worried if are we