The worst part about high school was group projects, especially for Isaac who was taking an extra credit photography class a grade below his age. He had no friends in his own grade so he felt even more out of place among the younger students whom all seemed to know each other. Isaac had been placed in a group with a girl who was called Vivio for this particular two person project.  Issac got changed from his work cloths to meet up with Vivio in the forested area near his home which was on the edges of the suburbs.  He pulled on a pair of torn burgundy skinny jeans and a dark grey long sleeve polo shirt despite the warm weather and headed downstairs through the taxidermy shop his father owned. "Where are you going?" He dad asked without looking up from the bird he was working on.<br/><br/>"School project," Isaac gestured to the camera and equipment he had slung over his shoulder and slid his feet into his worn black doc marten work boots.<br/><br/>"Oh... Alright. Well be back by dark."<br/><br/>"Dad I'm 17, I think I can handle myself," Isaac scoffed by way of denying the request. Before his father could make any complaint the teenager had disappeared out the door. He slammed the door shut behind him a littler harder then intended but he had discussed home times enough with his father to be frustrated by the ridiculous request. Mr. Payne was very over protective of his only child because of an incident from years ago. Isaac made his way towards the forest near his home where Vivio had suggested they meet. There was a hiking path that started at Wood Cutter Cres. on Beaver St. which was only a few blocks away from his home and he arrived to find that Vivio was not there yet. Isaac checked his phone to discover he was about ten minutes early so he took a cross legged seat on the bench which was just outside the path entrance to wait. He had headphones attached to his phone and was listening to music while he waited and found himself very grateful for the cool breeze that afternoon which kept him from getting overly hot. His head bobbed absently to Your Soul Is Mine by Mushroomhead and let his eyes wander along the beauty of the trees and flowers of the neighbourhood gardens as they danced in the wind.