Working and studying is what I do... I don't know the meaning of F-U-N! ((Nathan))

Nathan was a playful type of person especially when he was away from studying which he usually do. His friends were playing hide and seek; hiding from one of his friends because whoever was caught by the person in usually was punched ten time in the arms.

Nathaniel laughed as his friend started joking around about something. He made his way through the corridor and jogged into the study room. Staying at the door looking to see if his friend who got in was anywhere near him then slowly backing around from the door; he accidentally stumbled over a chair and hit himself on the head. "Ouch!" he grunted.

A girl? he thought; last time he walked into the study room all he could see was piles of books. Nathaniel only assumed that somebody must've left it there but instead it was a girl studying, tiedly. A bit clumpsy are we? she said as he rubbed the back of his head sorely, his lips far a part. "I'm fine," he said getting up from the ground and dusted his hand on his jeans. Ouch, he thought as the cut on his hand stung him as he touched his jeans.

He must've got it when he fell down, it was quite a clumsy but hard fall. Nathaniel remembered a few fingers cracking a bit. "Nathaniel," he intoduced himself as he grabbed her hand with his strong, powerful muscular hand and pulled himself up. He began to get the dust off his shirt and looked up at her, smiling, politely. "No. I'm not new to school, i've been here for 6 years."