[center][color=gray][h2]Evan Whitman [/h2][/color][/center]
Evan has been quiet but steadily followed the other two into the forest to get fire wood. He admired the tall trees with wide eyes. Billy and Cass were having their own conversation but Evan was too distracted by everything else. There were a lot of inspiration for things to sketch when he gets home. He soon realized he had zoned out and began to help out by collecting the wood that the other two have chopped up. 

Evan was not very strong, but he managed to get a good armful of wood. However, upon picking one of them up, he managed to get a few splinters. He groaned to himself, hoping that the other two have not heard him. It was embarrassing to get hurt just by picking up sticks, but it really did hurt a lot. The pain had startled him and caused him to drop all of the pieces of wood that he was carrying. [color=gray][i]"Great..."[/i][/color] he thought to himself.[color=gray][i]"I'm so lame."[/i][/color]

He winced as he tried to pull out one of the splinters by himself, admittedly looking incredibly lame. Curse his girly, delicate hands! It was impossible for his companions to not notice his pathetic suffering, though he really hoped that there was a chance that they did not see that.