Lana sat on the edge of her open window quietly taking in the changes that fall brought on. With everything that was happening lately, she sometimes wished that she could be like the trees on the edge of their property; stable, but ever-changing. She heard her room door open and caught a whiff of her intruder's telltale cologne.
"Listen Zach, I know exactly why you're here, and it won't work. Tell them that I want a week to decide, but until then, no pestering me. I've had enough of their 'interferance'," she spoke as calmly as she could and didn't turn around until she heard the door click shut.