I bought a proper meal for lunch today because I had enough money for it. Really, sucking up to that madman, red rose man, was actually beneficial in some way.
At least now, I didn't need to drink milk and stale bread for lunch. Nor do I have to cook every morning to prepare my lunchbox.
I checked my phone while eating and saw that Noah was texting me.
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Noah: Emmy, where are you right now?
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Hm? This was lunch recess. If he wanted to come to the pottery club room, he would need to wait a few more hours until all classes were over.
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Emmy: Cafetaria. Is there something wrong?
Noah: I just need a place to hide. You know, I've been trying to avoid Thomas and his gang.
Emmy: Where are you right now?
Noah: Um… I'm hiding in a tool shed near the schoolyard.
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Ah, I remembered that tool shed. Cindy and Kristen, Jessica's bitches, once beat me and threw me to that tool shed in my previous life.
