'Father must be angry,' I think while looking out of the window. Rain falling and thunder rumbling. My greenish-brown eyes peer out into the distance. Ah, yes the lightning, fathers specialty. I wonder who he's terribly mad at to throw a lightning bolt out of nothing. 'Must of been Herakles'..... Sighing I throw those thoughts away. Still peering out of the window, my mind wondering off. "Diana...Psst Diana"..
I shoot my head in the direction of who's calling me. "Hmm," I ask. My pale fingers hold my arms as I stare at the girl next to me. She stares back at me brightly and says, "Are you alright? You're awfully quiet." I smile and shake my head. "Yes, I'm perfectly passably." I say, my accent on point when I say it. She looked at me confused, "Passably?" She questions. "Yes, it means Good Enough," I say as I turn away from her to look back at the window. 'Looks, like father is better' I sigh and put my head on the window. Trying to understand his actions. I then close my eyes and find myself drifting asleep.