Hello, I’m your narrator, Delana. I’m also one of the two people in the photo. I’m the small one, right next to the Sailor-Moon lover. First things first, we’re strange people. The picture might make you think I look gay, and I guess I am. A little. But I don’t like her like that. So, on to the story of how this picture was taken and why this story has the title it does. I was walking to an after-school program by the cafeteria from Mr. Taylor’s room where I play the violin. The violin and my backpack was all on the same shoulder, and I felt like I was going to die of exhaustion. I went over to Emily, the other person in the photo, put my stuff down, and lightly massaged my shoulder. I was bored out of my mind, and Emily was