The heavy rain on my bedroom window was enough to distract me from my chemistry as if I was really trying to focus anyway. I stood, letting my pencil gently fall to the ground as I walk over to my window, opening it and letting out a breath, "Well shit, this storm isn't gonna get any better..." I whispered to myself. I look back at my homework and decide to leave it until tomorrow, so I grab my raincoat and pull my brown hair into a low ponytail. I walk downstairs and just as I'm about to walk out the front door my dad walks in and his expression is as if he's just seen a ghost, my mind is full of confusion until I remember that he has astraphobia (a fear of thunder and lightning storms) and I push the thought aside. "Honey please be careful I don't want you getting hurt...and take the trash out, please. Thanks." Before I'm able to respond he's gone.
Throwing the trash bag in the bin by the driveway I turn to do what I originally came out here to do, check on the deer family that lives behind my house. I make sure to grab the assortment of vegetables and grass I have for them to eat and I make my way through the thick brush. An urge flowed through my veins, it drew me closer and closer to the woods and closer to nature itself. I felt like i belonged in the wilderness, and maybe i do.
