One with nature.

I scribble small signs in my notebook, waiting for the class to end. It was relatively quiet, all other students were taking notes or just daydreaming. I glance up at a desk in the front with an empty seat. She's not present for the second day. Shame. I didn't want to take long picking someone, since dad is very persistent and impatient. I don't want to get involved with his work as much as possible. And while my perception of everyday occurences have been altered over the past two years, I stand with my belief that what he does is inhumane. But with a boring life like this, it is.. intriguing. I pull out my phone from under the desk as I text her, asking if she would like to meet up later today. She responds quickly, stating a time and place. Good to know she's still alive and in good enough health to write back in seconds. I guess she's not affected yet.