Science class, the worst class of the day in her opinion. She loved science don't get her wrong, it was just her teacher. 10 minutes until she got to go home, more droning on from the teacher about the properties of Carbon. Carbon was a whore she swore by it, being able to bond with what? Almost everything. How bored was she specifically? She could never tell. 

It wasn't long until a couple kids broke into a fight in the back of the class. The guys were always butting heads, but this time it went too far over nothing, quick. A pencil, a motherfucking pencil. Emily swore that Common sense should be renamed to 'Uncommon Sense', because really, how rare was it? This generation was a disappointment, meant to never hold 'greatness' or whatever the fuck her grandfather has been saying for the past week. Just get good grades, and ingore the guys in the back. But now, oh lord they're getting into a fist fight. Thank god it wasn't long until.... 

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING 

Fresh fucking finally. She grabbed her bag and got out of that hellhole faster than the Flash. Or whoever was the fastest guy in the world, she doesn't read world record books. What can she say? They're lame. She almost ran home so fast, she nearly forgot about the friends she normally walked with to be honest. She walked to their classroom, and asked to be carried home.