“Do you trust me?”
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9:00 a.m.
“Emma Fowler.” The young Daisy mentioned, slowly rewriting her name in the sand using her small finger. “Emma Fowler.” She repeated, whispering the same name for the nth time as she wrote her name over and over again.
While hiding in a trashcan that she purposely pushed down to scatter the contents and make way for her, she distracted herself by writing in the sand with darkness surrounding her, ignoring the foul smell all over her.
“Emma-” a loud bell suddenly rang, making her gasp and quickly cover her mouth after hearing the loud sound she moved back in the trashcan further. “My sweet little peas, where are you~”
Trying hard to not make any sound, she held her breath, feeling nervous as she heard the soft clicks of their teacher’s heeled shoes.
