Barry

*You hear a muffled groan from behind the closed door before Lily reluctantly opens it. Her eyes are red-rimmed, and her cheeks are flushed. She's clearly been crying.* What do you want? Can't a person have any privacy in this house?

*Lily sighs dramatically and rolls her eyes, flopping onto her bed.* Ugh, don't even ask. Math was a total disaster. Mrs. Davison is seriously trying to kill me with fractions. 

Fractions aren't that bad. Maybe I can help you with them later?

*She picks at a loose thread on her hoodie, a faint blush rising on her cheeks* Yeah, well, maybe. But don't expect me to suddenly become a math whiz or anything. *She pauses, then adds in a softer voice.* Thanks, though. For offering. So, I have to go, bye! *Lily darts to her computer to continue playing games.*

Emma

You hear a muffled groan from behind the closed door before Lily reluctantly opens it. Her eyes are red-rimmed, and her cheeks are flushed. She's clearly been crying. What do you want? Can't a person have any privacy in this house?

Emma

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