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It was admittedly slow going, carting the younger girl around like a human crutch. His normally long stride was basically cut in half as he helped her hobble along, towards the voices. Allen had never been happier that the teenagers at this school were such chatterboxes- they never stopped talking the entire time he was making his way over to the growing group. There was a pair of cellphones as well which beaconed to him like a lighthouse, making the path clear. Even the girl from his class's soft attempt at an enthusiastic, "We’re over here" helped just a little bit.

As they got closer to the group, he could begin to make out people. There was that girl, of course, then another teenage girl, a boy probably a little younger than them, and two children( who were, in all likelihood, the ones who'd started the screaming). He wasn't quite sure what to say- a common problem for the socially awkward teen- as he stopped, still supporting the younger girl.

"She's hurt her foot," He said, more to the girl from his class, the only really familiar face, than to anyone else, nodding towards the girl he was supporting. "Is there some sort of plan?" It was by all means far from a friendly, 'How's everyone?' or even a sensible 'Is everyone all right?', but he didn't have the patience for shenanigans and small talk today. Well, he had even less patience than normal, and that was saying something.