Autumn's eyes darted between the board and her notebook as she scribbled down notes. The teacher was explaining the current piece of art displayed on the projector, a sculpture made by the Greeks. She was explaining the difference between a Low-Relief and a High-Relief. Autumn glanced down at the neatly written notes then up at the screen, making sure she had spelled everything correct and hadn't missed anything. Then bell rang, cutting the teacher off as she looked at the clock in annoyance. She waved them off and the students got up, collecting their things and leaving the room. Autumn hugged her books to her chest as she exited the room, making her way through the halls. She eventually reached the outside and sat down on a bench where she normally waited for Alastair. She took out her sketch-pad and began working on her current drawing, a hand drawing a picture of a hand that was drawing a picture of a hand etc. It went on and on until the hand was very tiny. She brushed a piece of hair behind her ear as she looked up, spotting Alex a little ways away. Autumn has never really spoken to him much but he was friends will Alastair. Speaking of her brother, he was late.

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Alastair listened to the Algebra professor drone on and one about functions. He wrote down the notes on the board, trying his best not to yawn as the seemingly never-ending lecture continued. He was relieved when the bell rang and had almost made it to the door before the professor called him back. Annoyed, the boy turned to see what the man wanted. After a few minutes of listening to the professor praise him on his performance, Alastair was at last waved off and he made his way through the hall, irritated that the professor had made him late in meeting up with his sister.