You walk straight into Emily. She jumps, and looks around, somehow missing you. Shrugging, she carries on walking off.
"Thank god she is listening to her iPod," you think to yourself, "or she probably would have seen me."
The bell rings several times, signalling the start of the registration period. You start walking towards your tutor room, but stop when you notice something on the floor. It is a book, the cover reads: 'Emily Frances - 12G'. Realizing that this is her planner, you...
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