I watched the volleyball match go on with a sigh. I didn't think I'd find anything very interesting, to be honest. I figured the people here would be pretty amateur at sports here, too; just like back in Orlando. They weren't, of course, but they still didn't match my preferred skill level. I scanned the pit and my eyes rested on a boy, who looked a little older than me and much taller than me; only further making me conscious of how small I was for my age. I was sixteen and looked about three years younger. He was leaning against a tree with a notebook in hand. I decided to make myself conversatory and walked over. I peered curiously at his notebook. Luckily, he was leaning on the tree, so it made it a little easier to look. "Why are you writing in the Volleyball Pit?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.