DangerousDarkEyes
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Amber Jones was a 19 year old college freshman who was starting her second semester. She stood 5’9” and 110 lbs with the perfect figure of a model. In fact, many of her friends and even her mother encouraged her to do some modeling, although she preferred Amber get at least a business degree in college.
So her first year she was spending taking the classes required for that degree, but she had also taken photography. It was something she really enjoyed and thought it would help with her modeling career as well.
The first semester had passed quickly due to her photography class and the professor who taught it. Some thought he was too picky about details, but she understood how important they were and the class came easy for her. She was considering asking him to take some pictures of her. From what she found out about modeling, was that you needed a portfolio before anyone would even talk to you. She knew her professor would practically guarantee her good photo’s just because of the style of teaching he had.
It was the first day of the second semester and she was looking forward to going back to school after the winter break. She wondered how the photography class would go this semester and hoped it was even more fun than the last one, with maybe some field trips like that had had early in the first quarter.
Although it was a bit cold outside, she had put on a dress and brushed out her long brown hair, her teddy bear brown eyes twinkling with excitement for the coming day. She made sure she wore her warmest coat, as the purple and white dress was meant more for spring time than now.
“Good morning, Professor,” she said as she entered his class and hung up her coat. She went directly to her seat up front with her camera and her notebook.
So her first year she was spending taking the classes required for that degree, but she had also taken photography. It was something she really enjoyed and thought it would help with her modeling career as well.
The first semester had passed quickly due to her photography class and the professor who taught it. Some thought he was too picky about details, but she understood how important they were and the class came easy for her. She was considering asking him to take some pictures of her. From what she found out about modeling, was that you needed a portfolio before anyone would even talk to you. She knew her professor would practically guarantee her good photo’s just because of the style of teaching he had.
It was the first day of the second semester and she was looking forward to going back to school after the winter break. She wondered how the photography class would go this semester and hoped it was even more fun than the last one, with maybe some field trips like that had had early in the first quarter.
Although it was a bit cold outside, she had put on a dress and brushed out her long brown hair, her teddy bear brown eyes twinkling with excitement for the coming day. She made sure she wore her warmest coat, as the purple and white dress was meant more for spring time than now.
“Good morning, Professor,” she said as she entered his class and hung up her coat. She went directly to her seat up front with her camera and her notebook.