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TW ! : mentions of attempted self harm
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TEN. ( that's the moral of the story. )
"Wait, so you just left? Like you packed all your stuff and left the house? Is that even legal?"
Emmy sighed, eyes on her phone as she read the dozens of messages Anthony had sent her from the night before. She quietly shook her head, shutting her phone off. "Yep. And I don't know. All I know is that father dearest hasn't bothered to contact me."
Hawk comfortingly rubbed her shoulder before wrapping an arm around it. "I'm sorry, Em. He's a dick."
The girl just huffed and nodded. "A dick who can cancel my phone plan."
"Is that all you care about?"
The two best friends furrowed their eyebrows and turned around, seeing Bert staring at Emmy with lifted ones.
The younger boy gaped at her. "You wouldn't. You don't have the authority."
"Really?" Emmy folded her arms over her chest. "Because last I can recall, I'm Sensei's favorite. And he owes me like a million favors."
Bert pouted like a small child, looking off to the other side, making Emmy hum. She smiled at his turned head, and ruffled his hair a bit before turning back to her conversation with Hawk and Aisha.
"Wait," Aisha looked like she had a revelation. "You don't know how to drive, you don't have a bike, and there's no way your parents drove you to Miguel's. How'd you even get there?"
Emmy stilled, pursing her lips. "Um. Would you believe me if I said I walked?"
The other two glanced at each other before shaking their heads simultaneously.
