"Aw, mom! I don't wanna do this! Can't I just go home?!"

Mom seemed distracted, and patted Keiran on the head, which he hated. "Now, you agreed to do this last week, sweetie, when I bought you those new boots wanted so much. We need to send out some holiday pictures to the family, and you look so cute in your little scout outfit."

Keiran scowled. "It's not an 'outfit,' mom, it's a uniform!"

Mom started the engine and looked out the rear window, "That's what I said, sweetie. Run along and don't give the photographer any problems, now!"

Soon Keiran found himself in front of two stupid potted trees and a chair. The photographer was some stupid woman who made a big scene of pretending to treat him like an adult. Keiran hated that. She had told him he was handsome when he first came in, but she was starting to get frustrated now, Keiran saw with some satisfaction.

First she had had him sit down, and she tried to get him to smile, but nothing doing, "I don't feel like smiling," he told her. She kept trying to trick him into smiling - but he wasn't dumb or anything.

She tried having him sit down - so he sprawled out on the chair. She kept saying things like "What kind of sports do you like to play?" and "What badge do you have now?" and he knew she was trying to trick him into smiling, so he gave her the finger. That shut her up!

It was getting really hot under the lights, and Keiran was bored out of his mind. He decided to take off his shirt — that would end this stupid photo-shoot, if he refused to wear his scout uniform!

But he wasn't expecting the photographer's reaction. She blushed deep red, and said "Are you sure you want to…." Keiran shrugged, "Yeah," because he was curious why she was acting all funny. She shut up and started taking pictures.