Chris wandered down to the lake following some older people. Older people knew what they were supposed to be doing right? Well he hoped so anyway or he was going to get really lost. His eyes widened at the professory person standing there with paint on his clothes. Where they painting??? He was all for that. Though the professor must not be very good if he got it all over them. And what was with the layout of this place. He shrugged and walked around trying to find someone he knew and could sit next to.

Not seeing any kids his age he sighed a little and wandered off to find a good spot to sit and wait. He sat down watching all the students and picking at the grass. Why was it so dang quiet??