Kindred
She scanned the room with her sparkling violet eyes, looking for clues into the lives of the people that surrounded her. She was in an old folks home, volunteering. At first she was in it to fulfill a graduation requirement but now, when she looked at these people, she was curious to accomplish more than that.
Plants are what bind us together and pull us apart. Their green, leafy stems shoot forth and a budding flower bursts, calling for your attention. Plants grow into the crevices of brick building sides like old friends growing on you. The kind of friends that you hang out on a Friday afternoon when school is over and you're tired, not looking forward to your math homework. Then you think about the Fibonacci sequence because plants, well, they're complicated.