I peered through my camera at Rhoma.

“What are you doing?”

“That fish face everyone on Myspace makes,” she replied.  I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at her again in the viewfinder.

“Okay.”  I snapped the picture.

“Lemme see?”  I handed her the camera.  She looked at her picture, and satisfied, she handed my camera back to me, smiling.

“I like it.  It’s going to be my new Myspace profile pic.”

“Okay,” I said, slightly confused.  ”Are you sure?”

“Yeah, of course.  It’s cool.  I like how you did my eyes a lot.”  We walked out of the park and onto the street.  We looked left and right before crossing the road.

“I guess.”  How was I supposed to tell her her expression wasn’t anything close to the fish-face she had striven for?  I didn’t want to hurt her feelings.

“Anyway, I’ll see you later, Annalise,” said Rhoma when we got to her house.

“Yeah, later.”  She waved and went inside.  I took a detour to get to my house, thinking of ways to stop that picture from appearing on the Internet.

I could tell Rhoma I accidentally deleted the picture.  Or I lost the file somehow.  Oh, but maybe I should try Photoshopping it first.  Maybe.  I rubbed my eyes and walked up my porch steps.  I set my things down and reached for my keys.  Just as I opened the front door, our dog Riley ran out.

“Daugh!” I screamed as Riley rushed past me and out onto the yard.  The strap of my camera was hooked around his leg, my camera bouncing and smacking around on the concrete ground.

“Riley!” I ran after the dog, and caught him by his collar as he lifted his leg up to pee onto a bush, and the camera.  ”Ugh… fug…” I picked up my battered, pee-washed camera up off the ground.  ”Bad dog!” I shook my ruined camera in Riley’s face.  He panted, swishing his tail and looking pleased with himself.  ”Ugh.”  I inspected my camera to assess the damage and realized that the plastic flap that covered the battery pack and memory card had snapped off.  And the bouncing had knocked the memory card out of its slot.

Panicked, I circled the yard and driveway looking for the small black chip.  It was impossible with all of the grass that was overdue for a clipping.  With a frustrated sigh, I gave up and went inside.  At least I wouldn’t have to lie to Rhoma.