It was to be some normal routines from any persons from school, but as far as one is concerned, it would be Emily's day. In fact, it's everyday she gets to bother anyone around, no matter what day or time it is when she's in here. Emily came in through the front door, and already taken someone else's lunch to start with. It was some sandwich which she wouldn't mind of it at all.
The subjects she was going to face are not in her style, but the only thing liking about it is just food she can eat, like in a dining room, but she would always be hungry, even for a eleven year old for that matter.
"Well, it's gonna be same old story; start messing with these pipsqueaks!" Emily grinned and soon waddle, knowing that every persons in school wasn't safe and finds a target by heading to see...
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