BelarusNatalia

A girl sits silently at her desk, intently staring out the window. The teachers long droning lecture bores her, and she focuses her attention outside and towards another classroom almost parallel to hers. It's her brother's classroom. At least, it should be, if what her brother had told her was correct. She searched the faces of every person in that room, some noticing her menacing stare from across the courtyard space that separated the two classroom windows. Her brother was not there. There must've been a scheduling change. She was sure of it. Would her brother lie to her about something like that? Give her a false schedule to throw her o