Brookes limped with great speed towards the school, he was late, if only his father could keep his mind together and remember everything this wouldn't be a usual thing. Smiling as he neared the front he could see there hang out in the corner of his eye. Wincing a bit as he smiled, his cheek was still a bit sore from his last fight but still he walked to the others. "guys your back yaaaaaaaa-" the boy cheered before tripping and falling and hitting himself face first. "oww" brookes muttered before getting up and wiping his sublime shirt off and walking to the table. Arty had already started showing his master pieces. They were amazing as usual.