<span style="color: gray">Gabzz: Vivio!! Good morning! What are your plans for the day?<br/>VV0: Morning sis.  I’ve got a group project today. Wbu?<br/>Gabzz: NM. Shopping!!! Ooh, what group project?</span><br/><br/>The blond scanned over the conversation so far before typing out her answer.<br/><br/><span style="color: gray">VV0: Photography.  Some sort of comparison project + digital editing.</span><br/><br/>Her thumb tapped the [Send] button and then clicked off the screen of her phone.  She closed her eyes and leaned back against the window behind her, letting the rocking of the bus lull her into complacency.  At her parent’s suggestion, she had signed up for a photography class at school.  She couldn’t say she was particularly interested in the subject but it was better than sitting at home doing nothing.  Currently, the class had been assigned a pairs project based on the theme of “dichotomy.”  The teacher’s example had been a comparison of night and day photography and the class had been similarly instructed to find two contrasts.  Her assigned partner was Isaac Payne; all she knew about him was he was in a different grade from her and some of the other girls in the class thought he was “mysterious” because he always wore long sleeves.<br/><br/>Vivio peeked an eye open at this thought, glancing at the bright sun outside.  With how hot it was outside, she’d probably get to see his “mysterious arms.”  She snorted at the thought and closed her eyes once more.  Whatever, none of her business.  Her drifting thoughts were interrupted when F.I.R.’s<span style="font-style: italic">Lydia</span>suddenly started playing.  Simultaneously, her phone started vibrating like crazy.  She slid her finger across the bottom of her phone to turn off the alarm, paused her music, and then wrapped up her headphones.  She had just put them back in their case and into her bag when the announcer blared to life on the bus: “Next stop: Woodland Avenue.”<br/><br/>Vivio got to her feet and brushed down her capris.  She would have preferred shorts with this heat, but she didn’t want that much exposed skin while walking through the woods.  A pair of black and bright aqua sneakers covered her feet and her top was an aqua t shirt with a smiling red balloon.  Her sister bought her the weirdest clothes sometimes.  A black windbreak was tied around her waist; her mother had insisted she bring it along in case it was cold in the forest.<br/><br/>Stepping off the bus, she looked at the directions on her phone: down the road and take a right at Beaver Street.  Easy enough.  When she got to the entrance of the forest, she found her partner already meditating on a bench.  His eyes were open, so she raised a hand in greeting.<br/><br/><span style="color: deepskyblue"> “Yo.”</span>Her gaze wandered to the path he was sitting by.<span style="color: deepskyblue">“Do you know any routes or should I pull out google maps?”</span>She asked with a nod towards the forest, hands already moving to pull out her camera.  It was the basic camera provided by the school; she paid the price of the camera as a “security deposit” and would get it back at the end of the semester if she returned the camera in one functioning piece.  Her phone buzzed in her pocket, probably a text from her sister or her mom, but she ignored it for now.