Preppy Pictures For Wall Novels & Stories

Emma stared at the pictures plastered across her wall. Every inch of the room was his Rhett frozen in time, caught in stolen frames: lacing his skates, laughing with teammates, sweat plastering his shirt to the hard lines of his chest. Not one corner of the wallpaper showed anymore; it was all Rhett. Only him.

“The compound has on campus schooling. There are twenty on this floor, but there are more in the other wings.” “I see,” I said. “And who are these people?” I raised my hand to point at the older portraits that hung on the walls. Though one face seemed to be more popular than the others. The pictures are black and white, a bit faded even. The man is obviously caucasian, a light beard and mustache in all his pictures. He wears a suit in every one, appearing to be uninterested. But, the fact that he was in so many tells me he is important.

The photo frames give the wall an artistic touch, creating an enchanting collage. When William was fascinated by the various photographs that adorned the walls of Juliana's apartment, his eyes accidentally caught a photo that touched his heart. In the photo, Ishak, his son, is posing cutely while showing the finger of peace in a place that looks like an office cafe. Ishak looked cheerful, his face was filled with an unstoppable smile even though the boy's lips were dirty with chocolate, while Juliana sat next to him in a cute pose.

Dread pooled in my belly. But their reactions couldn’t have prepared me for what I saw the moment I stepped through the gates. My breathing stopped all at once. My heart pounded wondering what on earth was going on. I twirled in a slow, painful circle as I took in the dozens, and dozens of enlarged photos littering damn near every inch of the school. Sign boards. Billboards. Lockers. It was a picture of me, plastered everywhere. And not just any picture. It was an overly enhanced image of me dripping wet at the party last night, in nothing but my tiny red bikini.

Each one represented a milestone in Arjun's life, a testament to his hard work and dedication. Adjacent to the trophy wall, a series of family photos adorned the room. The pictures were arranged in an aesthetically pleasing manner, each one capturing a precious moment in time. There were photographs of family vacations, festive celebrations, and candid moments filled with laughter. In the center of this wall, hung a large, framed photograph of Arjun himself. It was a portrait that exuded confidence and determination. He was dressed in formal attire, a subtle smile playing on his lips. The room was furnished with a minimalist touch, a study desk neatly organized with books and a laptop on one

Positioned at each corner were two inviting blue armchairs, accompanied by small, round rosewood tables. I noticed two framed pictures on the principal's desk, presumably of her family. In the first photo, a baby boy and girl sat in a basket. The second picture portrayed a family of four at the beach: an adult man and woman, along with teenage versions of the babies from the other photo. All of them possessed stunning features, with beautiful russet, reddish-brown skin, and captivating hazel eyes. The teens looked to be around my age. The girl in the picture was effortlessly flawless, possessing a beauty that could make people envious. She sported a purple bikini that accentuated her perfect

"It's called Whitmore Prep. It's this really fancy private academy with tons of stuff. They have a science lab and a huge library and even an indoor pool." "That sounds incredible," I beamed, standing back up. "I haven't been there in person yet but Mom showed me pictures online. It looks really cool. The buildings are old but nice, you know? And the uniform is blue. That's my favorite color." The way his face lit up when he talked about the uniform made my chest feel warm. Such a simple thing to get excited about but that's what kids did. They found joy in the little things. I missed that. "Are you nervous about starting at a new school?" I asked.

He must have looked incredibly handsome in his school uniform. My eyes continued to drift across the room until they finally settled on the collection of frames resting on his study desk. There were several photographs that mirrored the ones displayed in the hallway. Graduation portraits, school intramurals, family birthday celebrations, and... my gaze suddenly froze on one specific frame. Is this his ex-girlfriend?

"I don't remember asking you to bring me with you. I'm not like the other girls whom you get with those cheesy lines. I'm sure with your reputation with girls, you must have brought a bunch of them here, telling them the same thing, I'm no fool you know?" "Believe me," he replied just as they got to the first floor. The walls were painted in grey and black with several paintings and pictures of game characters. There was a very large gold framed picture of him, Evans, Joe and Miller, where he had a brilliant smile with his hands on a Evans shoulders while Joe and Miller squatted in front of them with big smiles on their faces. They all seemed very happy in the picture. There were others whic

Prey looked at Alex in the eyes. “Hi Alex!” She uttered with smiles on her face. “I can see its Vivian’s pictures you used as a wallpaper on your laptop and phone as well” Prey turned the laptop to Alex. She continued speaking. “For you to use Vivian’s picture as your phone and laptop wallpaper that means you’re in-love with her. Because I could remember, this is how you used my picture as wallpaper on all your gadget that time. So, are you in-love with her?” Prey asked.