Mr Johnson looked up from his work. Something was wrong. The classroom was… quiet. He scanned the classroom and his eyes froze over an empty desk. Emily’s desk. “Class, has anybody seen Emily?” asked Mr Johnson. “She was here a minute ago,”replied Eva. “I’ll notify the principal,” said Mr Johnson ” But how could she just disappear?”
In fact Emily was on the other side of town with a half eaten sandwich and a bottle of Club Orange. “This is the life,” she thought to herself. She got up and walked out of the shop.