When Glacia finally woke up... having fallen asleep in the locker room... she found her brother Incendia staring with a little grin on his face.
'Were you poking me all this time?' Glacia asked her brother.
'No. Maybe... possibly?'
'Is my match on yet?' Glacia asked, ignoring her brothers answer.
'It's on... right now.'
She arched a brow. 'Like... right now?'
'Yep, right now, as in the well known saying: my house is on fire right now.'
'Your poetic ability to form words never ceases to amaze me... wait, oh no... I'm late?'
'More late than a pinball to an all-night pinball party.' Incendia hadn't much time to say this, for he was shortly after being dragged by his hand with his sister out the locker room and down the hall.
Glacia grumbled and groaned. 'Argh, I'm going to be late... again! What a terrbile impression I'll make! Why did you let me sleep in?'
'Hey, not fair! I was poking you for ten minutes!'
'Alright, I'm ready to rock... I think. Where's my racquet?'
Incendia handed her the racquet. 'Here you go!'
'Where did you-'
'Don't ask...'
And then her brother pushed her out the door into the stadium, where she immediately tripped on her own feet and hit the ground face first.
'Ow. I hope no-one saw that,' she said, rubbing her nose.
Incendia, meanwhile, dusted his hands. 'Well, that's dealt with. Now to find Dulcy and Samia,' he said with a smile on his face that would make Charlie Brown cry, when he wasn't already crying... that is.