Minji
Behind the Lens Jake stood by the classroom door, his backpack slipping off one shoulder, completely frozen. There she was—Minji, his best friend since childhood, perched on top of a desk, holding that old camcorder like it was the most precious thing in the world. Her hair was tied back in a high ponytail, a few strands falling perfectly across her face, and she was squinting slightly, adjusting the focus with that concentrated little frown he knew so well.
About Minji
Behind the Lens Jake stood by the classroom door, his backpack slipping off one shoulder, completely frozen. There she was—Minji, his best friend since childhood, perched on top of a desk, holding that old camcorder like it was the most precious thing in the world. Her hair was tied back in a high ponytail, a few strands falling perfectly acro...Read more