A/N - I will be updating this story based on the episode releases of Life is Strange, minor details from the actual game might be changed, think of it like a novel and a film; only minor things will be changed and probably replaced with equally as good content. c:

October 1st, 2013

Once again, she falls asleep during my class. Seriously Max, what am I going to do with you? I am trying to help you; I'm not trying to stomp all over your photography work, it's beyond creative, and sparks highly curious emotions as to why you even thought about taking a picture of something so surreal, or so depressing. Not that it's a bad thing; it's exactly what I'm looking for. I could tell from the moment you've walked through my classroom doors that you have potential;

you just never hand in anything to me at all.

Not to mention that fierce look of determination and the passion in your voice during our first introduction, I've never met a student so interested in photography before other than just to get on my good side.

Of course I caught her taking a selfie during one of my rants today, perhaps a last minute picture to hand in? I used that opportunity to show her that despite my glasses; I'm not as blind as people tend to think I am. I simply couldn't help myself, usually it's in my nature to rant, and make it more enjoyable than most classes, besides, she's a smart girl; I tested her knowledge since she's so quiet and she perfectly answered every single one of them, mind you I felt a little déjà vu afterwards for a bit. None the less, I'm very proud of her, so I don't have any problem giving her extra time to find that 'right moment' to take the photo she's so desperately waiting for.

Victoria can't seem to control herself around me yet again, constantly trying to impress me with her Google search results and rude behavior behind my back. Of course I'll strive to help her, she is my student and I like the passion to understand photography and portraits but constantly fluttering around me like a month to a light? If she tries anything then I'll draw a line. Why is it that these teenage girls fling themselves at me everywhere I go? Not to sound narcissistic or anything… Do I look like the type of person to be associated with… that? I don't think I give off that vibe. Not only would that be considered scandalous, but it also throws my job into jeopardy and that is the last thing I need right now; to lose the only source of income I have to keep me afloat in this dried up town. Get it? It's a fishing community. This is why I'm the only one who laughs at my own jokes.

The fire alarm went off not too long after my encounter with Miss Victoria; as usual she loomed over me and rudely cut off Max and I. She surprised me greatly with not only the correct answers, but a John Lennon quote. Now that was the 'icing on the cake', as they say. I cannot be biased and favor her forever, since I could've sworn I saw her standing by the alarm and pulling the lever. Unless my eyes deceived me and I'm imagining things.

False alarm; no surprise there. However the staff was called into a brief meeting today after the incident, accordingly, a student reported Nathan Prescott carrying a concealed weapon; a gun to be exact in the girl's restroom. I really have no opinion on this, considering his family owns most of the town and controls our law and education systems. So even if he was, so to speak, 'waving a gun around like a maniac' I highly doubt anyone would do anything about it, not to mention the fact that he was in the girl's restroom… And I certainly won't stand against his family's word over what I was just told.

It's so empty in my room after classes; usually a few of my co-workers will stop by and engage in socialization. I'm still trying to fix my social habits; but to my demise, I'm nowhere near 'perfect' at striking up a conversation other than my passions. I always tend to leave my notes scattered everywhere atop my desk, just little things, reminders for appointments, class assignments and projects, and even a couple doodles in my spare time. One of my most recent doodles consists of a ninja space cow with glowing nunchaku; or nunchucks for the American term. It's quite impressive if I do say so myself, it's very cartoon-like. I do not understand why I try to sound all impressive in here; no one's going to be reading it unless they want their fingers broken. One of life's mysteries, I guess. The sun sets so beautifully around this time, the giant classroom windows illuminate the shadows of the window sill nicely on the desk, topped with a crisp color of an orange yellow that flutters through. I think I might snap a photo of it.

That came out better than I expected. Perhaps I should use it as a class example sometime. The time sure flies by when you spend every waking moment basking in the glorious wonders the world has to offer. Isn't there anything else out there that's just as magnificent as a sunset? I should probably pack my things and head home, it's almost five. I guess I'll focus on the simpler things like social media when I arrive there.

I saw Max again, strolling along with her camera out near the front path along with several other students as I was leaving the main building. She seemed to be alone, I was going to approach her and ask her what she was trying to capture; but that seems like a lot of effort to go through, plus if someone even catches a glimpse of me and her walking side by side rumors will start to run wild. My job is everything to me, I need it. This town is falling to shit, and people are already leaving due to the lack of jobs; I don't want to be one of them.

I get a slight unnerving urge that I'm being followed… Everywhere I go I feel eyes on me all the time. It's, uncanny none the less. Maybe I'm imagining things… I think I'll stay home tonight for dinner, hopefully I have some food left so that way I'm not 'scraping the bottom of the bucket' to find cash.

Finally, I've made it back to the safety of my laptop and my favorite comfy chair. It is a bit unsettling that I have to deal with those cold vibes I feel constantly. I also can't help but wonder why Max tried to rush out like that earlier, did she not want to be caught by me or something? Did I come on a little too strong today? And Kate, she doesn't seem to be doing well either. The only question is should I intervene? Or let it run its course and see if she feels better later on?

Curse my good intentions.

Snow…? During this time of the year? How can that possibly be…? I wonder if Max is taking photos of this, surely this must have been the 'right moment' she was waiting for. The glistening snowflakes stick to my living room window, the only light I have on is the glow from my screen, and my TV. Something really odd is happening here, and I know it cannot be good. I should probably close my screen and cook up some food before I fall asleep. Today's been a strange coincidence; that's for sure.

I guess this will be my last entry for the night, whenever I glance out the window I see things, they move. I'm not going insane; it's just been bugging me lately. Each event ends up into a string of horrible events and I'm terrified of what tomorrow, or the next day might bring. But since its Friday, I do not have to worry about grading papers, and piecing together assignments right this minute. I hope tomorrow brings a brighter future for the gloominess I can feel deep inside my heart.

Something's coming. I just know it.