“LEVEL INTERMEDIATE.”
To get the attention of Konna you need to be careful or he will catch you, Amil only had photoshop on his computer, well not photoshop alone, but that was the only thing I was using on his laptop, I really did not know much apart from opening his laptop and editing pictures, I was basically invisible at it, well I’ll say invisible because I had no competition, I had learn through tutorials but I wasn’t even advanced enough well that is a topic for another day, I had a goal and that goal was to get  my hands on a camera and you don’t just go outside and see cameras outside, I know someone already but I don’t even know how to approach her, she is nice and all but she is kind of hard to talk to with her braided her and lazy eyes, she always looks like she is looking ahead of you even when you are there, she has brown hair naturally because she is mixed and then the braids, a major killer, she is good and all but she is hard, too hard to talk to and now I need something from her, I wonder how I would be able to get it but that is not the problem, I don’t need to even ask her, I just need Konna to ask her and after that, I would get what I want, reading this, one would think I was aiming to be a photographer, I mean if I would want to edit pictures will I not go and download some, well guess what I wanted to also be a good photographer, a good photographer from where right?
Well even I don’t understand what I was doing back then I just wanted to be anything I can be, I was already a fairly good editor (fairly means I was literally common.) when I said lets play a game I really meant a game, no matter how I looked at it back then this is a game, I had not much reason to do this I just wanted to prove, I wanted to prove a point, finish, like that is it, even I sometimes fail to understand this part and many more parts that I will explain.
Now it was a new day a new day to hatch a plan, the plan I had yesterday failed, Konna is a very hard person to please. I had to give up, I asked him yesterday and I had to be all from one place to another about it. So yesterday I was supposed to ask about the camera right well that was just me playing with myself, now look at this.
“Hey.” I said as Konna painted on his canvas
“Hey, what sup.” He responded, continuing his painting. The reply was normal but I did not know how I was going to reply because all of a sudden everything was just stale.
“I like the painting though.” I said, lets put a compliment out there, at least let him smile a bit.
“How can you say that when the painting is not done.” He replied. The reply killed me but I was slowly putting another reply together, I know getting to him was going to be hard but I was prepared.
“Well, I like the process, its already looking beautiful.” I said, the painting was indeed turning into something beautiful, I knew not what it was but there was enough color and lines and form to see it was going to be beautiful.
“What is it you know about the process? what is it you know about the beauty of art.” He said. This was a kind of trick question; I wasn’t sure but I was also not sure if this was a rude question or reaction.
“So, are you trying to say I know not the meaning of art?” I replied. This was my edge; he was going to feel bad and then he was going to tell me sorry or try to compensate me for being rude.
“No that is not what I am implying, in fact I was awaiting you to tell me the process that you loved but the fact that you interpreted that the wrong way tells me you know not the process that you speak, me sitting down and holding a brush and putting colors on a canvas is a process, me sitting down and not standing while painting is a process, me painting and mixing colors with lines is a process so what is it you know about process? How am I talking to you and still drawing and still making sense of my painting is that a process? What is your process I ask?” He asked. This boy speaks like a man, I sometimes run away from his replies or questions, I always end our discussions with a maybe or an anyways or an okay. I try to redirect them honestly most of the time but I can’t redirect this one or he would know that I am here for something else, he would get me.
“The process is that you are a painter, you are an artist who paints, draws and also sketches, you do all this, sometimes you mix it, the process is you, painting, right here and right now.” I said, trying to give my own view to his own words or his own explanation, I was trying to tell him something he doesn’t know.
“Aella, I am an artist, I am a painter all you said is who I am, it is no process, it tells no story that I paint, it tells no story that I face a canvas and I am painting, so if you appreciate anything, you appreciate the fact I am a painter who can formulate colors and formulate lines to make something amazing come out at the end, it is no process its just mere admiration.” He said, replying me ack. Now here I should get angry but I instead found meaning in his words, he was actually speaking truth and he was not just speaking the truth but it was like he knows what I was thinking, the sense of admiration I feel for his craft, he is really like this sometimes, he can make you confused about your own questions.
“You really are something aren’t you.” I said 
“What is it you love about the sunsets.” He asked me. 
“Well, how sure are you that I like the sunset, how about the sun rise.” I replied.
“you wake up by 6am Aella just like I do, you get ready by the same time frame to be down by 7 to head to school and you may ask , how do I know this, its simple logic, anyways you may wake up early but you are too stressed about the fact you just rushed and the fact you are heading to school so you wont have time to look at the sun rise and you may say Saturdays right but, you are probably sleeping by then, you wake up late at that time because you sleep late by Saturdays, so I will ask again, what is it you love about the sunset.” He asked once more. He literally dictated my life and I am not angry at it that’s the thing.
“Well, I will say the way the orange of the sky overshadows the blue, how the sky looks magical and different, I once watched the sky from a high top and I could see a big ball of orange, it was so large and overpowering but I was far, I love the sunsets because its like the final shine before the sun goes to sleep, before it comes up tomorrow, like a final cry.” I said. At this moment even I did not know I was slowly losing my purpose for meeting him but he kept on going, in fact he was the one who made me still remember. 
“Wow that’s a nice a nice one, I have never seen someone describe the sunset like that, I never knew you were deep like that, that’s impressive.” He said complementing me with a nod of approval.
“Now I am not sure you noticed but I am painting what you just said, but Its not as identical as yours.” He said.
“Oh.” I replied. 
“I have been painting the structure, the structure of the painting, this was my background, I thought you noticed that was why you walked up to me, but it turns you have a deeper meaning to all these things, these were not just colors they hit kind of different like this is a.” he was trying to talk when I completed his words.
“Its like different shades of sunsets in one sun and one set.” I said, subconsciously replying him.
“Wow that truly is it, that truly is what I was trying to paint, and you have not seen it in details yet and you still know the name, that is nice.” He replied me with a smile and urged me to stay for the end product of his work, I was supposed to be manipulating this boy but he already caught me in his web before I got here, he really is majestic, I mean that is the name he has been giving aside the creative.
As time went by and by, I watched him paint and we talked for a bit, I only had three classes and I already went for all of them so I was free like him but he was about to leave, he was about to go for his science class when he told me to go get the camera and that was when I remembered that I was going to ask him for the digital camera. He told me to take a picture and he had 30minutes to get to class so I had to be fast with my questions. 
“So uh, is this the only camera Monna owns.” I asked him.
“Oh no she actually has like three cameras she is very good at photography and her brother is a good videographer so she has a bunch of his stuff and she knows how all these stuffs work, she is the wone who taught me how to take pics with cameras, she really is a handy girl” he said, raining compliments on her like they are in a date.
“Oh, how come I only see this one.” I asked.
“Well, she really does not bring them to school, she said we don’t use it and all but she brings it to school sometimes.” Konna said.
“Beep, Beep, Beep.” His alarm rang.
“Alright, its time I leave, I will see you later okay, try not to break anything, well I know you can’t still try to not break anything.” He said as he stood up to park for the next class
He left some minutes after he stood up and he did not take any of his instruments with him, now was my time, I really wanted to check if the second camera was here but I was also afraid, because I have not been given any go sign to check by anyone and we are talking about the feisty one out of all of us, I was talking about the English breed. 
No one was around and it was the best time for me to go in for the kill, it was the best time for me to go and search, I did think of what was going to happen if I got caught and I was going to say I was looking or dropping the polaroid camera. 
Now I knew what I was going to say I planned myself and I went in for the kill, she had a draw underneath a table, it wasn’t too deep and indeed it wasn’t really locked, I knew what I was going to do, I already knew that the structure of this drawer can hold something like a camera but I was still unsure but as I searched in, I touched something that had the structure of a camera, I then brought it further out of its depth and indeed it was a camera, I was so happy I was ready to quickly carry it and then put it in when I heard the voice that shook me to the bone.
“Excuse me what exactly are you doing.” The last thing I heard before my brain restarted.