Emilie held her head in her hand for a few moments and moaned softly. That was not the most graceful landing she had ever had. When the black in her vision disappeared, she stood up and brushed off her skirt, muttering to herself. "Ugh, I had just bought this and already it's a mess and I'm not too sure how to clean it out and--"
"Are you okay?"
Emilie's eyes widened and she looked up into the eyes of the girl who was drawing. "Am I... okay? Yes... Yes! I am fantastic! No harm, no... foul..." she trailed off as she caught the eyes of the boy sitting on the other bench. "Uhm, yes, I am fine, just fine..." Her cheeks turned a slight color of pink and she willed her heart to quiet.