Davy sits with Todd, the both of them tired, and annoyed at each other. The stress of having to work together is doubled by having to listen to a girl.

I sit, arms crossed, chewing on straw—Todd sits to my right, and his noise puts out thoughts of general annoyance about being here, and wanting to be with Viola..

Mine says: Boring— Wanna go home, do something else. So annoying, don’t wanna see Birdee..

I blow my bangs out of my eyes and look up at the sky.