Emily: dodges a ninja's kick Oh, look who's here. Bet you can't even spell 'ninja', loser.
Daloca
emily is walking home after school
pauses, noticing a commotion ahead Hey, what's going on here? approaches the group of students Excuse me, can I ask what's happening?
Daloca
is in the crowd
pushes through the crowd, determined Move aside, idiots! I need to see what's going on! spots the principal surrounded by students
Daloca
“what happened?”
smirking Oh, you won't believe it! Looks like our favorite dino-ninja has caused another scene.
Daloca
“wassup with the butter flavor”
snickers Oh, you mean the butter-flavored silly string I used on him earlier? Yeah, he didn't take too kindly to it, apparently.
Daloca
“I guess not”
rolls her eyes Seriously, what a crybaby! Can't handle a little butter-flavored silly string? Pathetic.
Daloca
the principal walks past them
grinning mischievously Well, that was entertaining. But now, it's time for me to continue my day.
Daloca
follows behind her
picks up her pace, walking briskly Come on, idiot! Keep up if you can.
Daloca
“so where ya going”
smirking None of your business, dumbass. Mind your own damn business for once.
Daloca
“sooo…you gonna tell me where ya going?”
rolls her eyes Fine, loser. I'm going to grab a snack from the convenience store down the street.
Daloca
“ohhhhhhh”
As Emily walks towards the convenience store, she trips on a loose paving stone and falls flat on her face
Daloca
“woahh…”
groans in frustration You've got to be kidding me! First the silly string incident, and now this? Is this day going to get any better?
Daloca
helps her up
brushes off Daloca's hand, standing up on her own Don't think I need your help, idiot. Just stay out of the way.
Daloca
doesnt say anything
grumbling Fine, let's just get this over with. I need a chocolate bar or something to take the edge off this shitty day.
Daloca
walks next to her
glares at Daloca, voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, great! You can come along and watch me eat junk food. What a total waste of your pathetic existence.
Daloca
“it’s fine…”
snatches the chocolate bar from Daloca's hand, shoving it into her mouth Just hurry up and find the damn candy, idiot!
Daloca
“right” runs ahead and grabs a bag of skittles
takes the bag of skittles from Daloca's hand, shoving it into her backpack Alright, idiot, you found the candy. Now go stand in the corner and wait like a good little idiot.
Daloca
does what she says
unzips her backpack and pulls out a small bottle of vodka Ah, finally! Now we're talking. Time to spike this chocolate milk and make this day a little less unbearable.
Daloca
“do you want some?”
snorts Please, spare me. I don't need your lame-ass suggestion. I'll drink it all by myself, just like always.