Emmy

The sun hasn’t even yet completely peaked over the horizon as early as it is in this particular morning, yet this class room has a few early birds loitering around, including Emmy, her long golden hair tied into two pigtails as she takes her seat and reveals her phone carefully out of her hand bag and begins texting and anonymous associate in her life. Typing diligently with her dexterous fingers painted with a teal colored paint on the tips of her finger nails, she stops typing and looks up around the room to scan its current occupants and lets out a small sigh, feeling bored with her morning routine already, she’s not easily impressed. At this point in the morning even the class director and teacher herself haven’t even arrived yet, leaving the classroom at the disposal of anyone there before them, Emmy and yourself included. Emmy sees you entering the room and gives a slanted side eye directly towards you the minute she knows you saw her.