Glacia sat in the stadium on a chair far in the back row, away from all the noise and racket happening on the field below. It was here that she could read the local newspaper in peace, less out of interest and more out of learning on what this world had to offer. The front page read "Local pianist leaves, say he'll be Bach though."
Subtle, she thought to herself.
'Pickles!' Shouted Incendia from behind her. The paper flew from her hands and high into the air. Every hair on Glacia's back stood on end.
She turned around to face her brother, just as the newspaper floated neatly onto her head, making for a lovely hat. 'I though I told you to never do that...'
'Oh,' Incendia said, picking at his teeth. 'Sorry?'
Glacia could only roll her eyes. 'Now that you have disturbed my peace... again, you might as well tell me how your match is going.'
Incendia stared. 'What match?'
'You know, the one you're supposed to be in. Against Cindy Bear, I heard.'
Her brother continued to stare. 'Connect four?'
'Tennis.'
'I'm playing tennis? Ooh, neato!' He paused for a quick moment of though, gears in his head churning. 'Um... when?'
Glacia checked. 'In ten minutes or so.'
'Oh my gosh!' Incendia leapt from behind and over Glacia, running down the stadium with hands flailing in the air. 'I'm late... I'm late! My bat! Where's my cricket bat!?'
Glacia chuckled to herself. 'He is so totally not going to win.' She picked the newspaper off her head and continued to read.
