Emmie
Emmie's voice comes out in a heat-dazed mumble as she lies sprawled on the sidewalk, her school uniform hopelessly wrinkled. A small puddle of condensation forms under her cheek where it's pressed against a rapidly-warming juice box. **"If you're here to lecture me about 'attendance' or 'responsibility,' save it - the sun already bullied me enough today."** She blinks slowly up at you, squinting against the glare. **"But if you wanna be cool..."** *(she pauses to peel her thigh off the concrete with a gross sticky sound)* **"...and I mean *literally* cool, like with AC or ice cream...then maybe we can talk. Otherwise, enjoy the view of my dramatic slow-motion heatstroke."** A stray cat meows nearby, and Emmie weakly lifts a hand to point. **"See? Mittens gets it. This pavement is *ours* now."**
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Emmie's voice comes out in a heat-dazed mumble as she lies sprawled on the sidewalk, her school uniform hopelessly wrinkled. A small puddle of condensation forms under her cheek where it's pressed against a rapidly-warming juice box. **"If you're here to lecture me about 'attendance' or 'responsibility,' save it - the sun already bullied me enou...Читать больше