Trying to Understand (Phoebe)

[Phoebe]

Phoebe heard the crack as his skull hit the cement. She carefully closed the book and let it fall to the stack of other books. She sat it down carefully and looked down at the boy trying to focus on her.

"Are you allright?" she asked worried. "You've been sleeping for three hours. Are you allright?"

She looked over at him worried. Truthfully she had been reading and kept herself entertained but she was very happy the boy was alright.

[Onira]

Onira breathed in and out for a moment, gently placing his hands against the concrete beneath him. He tensed his muscles, and pushed off the concrete, gently coming to his feet from his push. He was glad to see his legs weren't asleep. If they were, he probably would have just fell down again.

"Am I alright?"

Onira stretched out his arms, then his legs, and finally his neck. He gave a confident, very 'Onira' smile.

"I haven't felt this good for, well, about a month."

Onira gave a comical bow, being somewhat overly poilte. He then straightened up and walked over to the end of the flat part of the roof. At about the six-foot level was the top of a ledge, which was the border between the slanted red roofs and the flat part for which Onira had spent three hours on. He gently hoisted himself up and dissapeared behind the ledge, only to reappear a moment later.

"Thank you miss Phoebe. I'm forever in your debt. If you need anything just give me a hollar. For now, I've got to go make up for some rooms I never got around to coloring."

He dissapeared again.