Alastair finally made it outside, spotting his sister sitting on a bench. He made his way over to her, his shadow falling over her sketchpad and making her look up. She smiled at him, setting down her pencil. [color=#9966CC]"How was Algebra?"[/color] She inquired with a tilted of her head. Alastair groaned as he dropped onto the bench next to her. [color=red]"Brutal."[/color] He replied, Autumn giggling slightly at the exasperation in his voice. Alastair looked over and spotted Alex. He stood, stretched, then made his way over after waiting for Autumn to stand. [color=red]"Hey Alex."[/color]  He called as they got closer. 

Autumn followed after her twin, struggling to pack away her sketchpad. Suddenly, she stepped on an untied shoelace and tumbled forward, landing harshly on her knees and shoulder, her sketchpad flying out of her hands and landing next to Alex. Alastair whirled and hurried over to his sister who was slowly raising to her hands and knees. He knelt next to her, examining her. Both knees were scraped and bloody, the shoulder she landed on bleeding and already beginning to bruise. Alastair sighed, shaking his head as his sister's clumsiness.