the girl was good. Raksha had to admit this. being told what to do, and putting the right amount of force behind it, she was a good tennis player.

Raksha had been told a couple of days ago to find more membors for the tennis team and even though this girl annoyed her to no end she had telant. she would ask the girl to join. obviously at a different time.

watching the match she saw conner gradualy start to make things harder. she could also see conners difficulty in stopping. which was natural for him and anyone who ran long distances. she also saw the girl starting to falter in her movements from tiredness.

"well, conners defuntly a miracle worker." she said to tink. she had a little smile on her face as she watched.

"Hmm..." Tink replied, trying to make out she knew what was going on, all she could see was the ball, threatening her with it's green-ness, it was coming to get her, just like all physical equipment would.
She was getting a bit edgy now, unsure how long this would take and how much of a lesson she would have next-that is if she found it.

Conner jumped and caught the ball. He smiled at the girl dropping the racket and the ball before walking to the net. He extended his hand over the net. "Good game. You improved so much." After he shook hands with the girl he looked at Raksha and Tink. "Okay, lets go to the clinic now." And he started walking off the court, though it didn't look like he was hurt but he had actually hurt his ankle by stopping wrong.

shrugging, raksha simply followed conner. not knowing what was wrong, she was confused as to why they were going to the clinic. but deciding she would find out soon she brushed it of.

Conner sat down in one of the nurses chairs and pulled up his pant leg and slipped off his shoe and sock to reveal a semi-swollen ankle. He lifted his leg so he could get a closer look. "Ice and an ankle wrap please..." He asked polietly.

Tink follwed her cousin and Conner in confusion, Clinic?
She hadn't noticed he was hurt.
Tink watched as he asked the nurse for medical assitance, raising an eyebrow slightly as he pulled up his trouser leg.
"Why did you carry on playing if you were hurt...?" She asked.

"Because the girl was a good player, just needed to be instructed a bit. I'll be fine, really." He looked at her giving her a reassuring smile. The smile showing that he really didn't mind as long as he was helping people. His ankle was iced and wrapped quickly. He was even offerred crutches but he didn't accept them. If the track team knew about his ankle he'd be in trouble.

Tink stood awkwardly, waiting for someone to say something, for someone to move off to next lesson.
She still didn't have a clue where she was going.
She wished the bell would ring, saved by the bell- how cliche'. Huh.
Tink hoped her next lesosn was with Raksha or Conner...

Conner lookedat Tink when the bell rang. "Got your schedule?" He asked. He didn't know what grade she was in but maybe they had an elective together. He had ceramics this period and he was thankful cause that meant all he had to do was use his hands which meant time for his ankle to heal up.

((i cant post sorry this is jjust a two second thing in my school library lol, just letting all know im gunna be away for a few days okay? Byeee x))

(( the role play died. noooooooo!!!!!!!! ))