Adam was at home, studying English, as he wasn't very good at speaking English. After all, he was British. It showed in his features and accent. He was calm, while his younger brother drew the lungs, a task his mother had asked him to do.

He was focused on learning English, but he lost focus when his mother called him. She asked him to go get something from the garage. He, as always, obeyed and left the house, walking towards the garage.

Adam's peripheral vision noticed a girl who seemed to be about his age, walking with some books in her arms towards the house across the street. She seemed to be coming from...school?

“Hm. I thought that in this whole neighborhood, the neighbors taught their children at home and did not go to school...” Adam muttered, turning his head toward the other houses, where mothers and fathers could be seen through the windows teaching their children instead of taking them to school. He was surprised to see someone going to school.

He couldn't help but stare at her, mentally noting her every move and expression. His eyes were half-closed and his expression was serious, studying her. A woman opened the door of the house with a smile, welcoming her daughter with some chocolate cookies. She seemed to be a woman who was not overprotective like his own mother...

He felt a strong desire to start leaving the house more, just to see her coming home from school and memorize her schedules... This was new to him, something he had never experienced.