Penny had just climbed the small ladder that lead up into her attic room. She liked the ladder, because it discouraged her parents from coming up too much. If her mother saw the sheer amount of pictures that covered her walls, she might have a heart attack. The girl sat on her bed, when her cellphone let her know that she'd gotten a text. Penny plugged her camera into her computer to start uploading the pictures she had taken today. Hoping that it might be the publisher of the school paper asking about the day's shoot, she was slightly disappointed that it was only her brother. But she was at least happy that he was some what interested in her photography, as most people did not seem to care. And that he chose to use actual words instead of 'how r u doing pnny?' "For God's sakes, we are in the same house!" She said to herself. Picking up her phone, she responded. 'Going fine. Uploading them now, going to pick the one's I like to print, then send digital copies to the school. What's up with you?' Penny set her phone down and began browsing through her pictures.