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Emily sat quietly at the bottom of the stairs.  Her gaze was blank ahead.  Her face was puffy, her heart was tired.  She really want to end all of this. Suddenly the lights went out.  Emily looked around.  There was only the light of the kitchen lights that made up for the ventilation, just like before.  But she fell silent again.  No more energy to do anything.  She didn't care anymore when the woman's spirit came back and pounced on her. 'Knock Knock' A knock caught Emily's attention.  She turned towards the source of the voice.  It is not clear from what and how.  But the voice was on her left side.  As Emily recalled, over there was a pile of cardboard, iron and unused used goods.  Also a large used wooden wardrobe. "Tock Tock" The voice reappeared.  This time there was no more fear in her.  Emily was still rooted to the spot.&

Emily walked out to the building's exterior wall window, satisfied that she had seen the entire space. The window faces the orphanage's courtyard and runs from west to east. Huge curtains hung from the ceiling like an antique structure.She noticed the presence of the two women. Mrs. Bethany had gotten into the car when Miss Monica waved. The black-clad woman was at the wheel of her car, which was slowly going away. Emily remained deafeningly silent on the spot. He didn't know what else to do. There was no one else around but him when I looked around."Hey there, you! Please come in." Miss Monica snatched Emily's hand with both hands.The girl moaned in excruciating anguish. Emily was dragged inside the room by Miss Monica. She took Emily's bag, which she had been wearing for quite some time, and emptied it completely upon the bed. Nothing worthwhile. Miss Monica snorted irritably."Why do you have no valuables in your bag? Huh?"Emily smirked,

"Hi. My name is Emily," she said, holding out her hand.  But Ashley refused by retracting her hand.  "I don't want to meet you. You're new, why did you look at me like that? Ah, maybe because of you, huh?!" said Ashley, looking at Emma.  "M... Me? No."  "Yes,"  Emily stood up, bringing her level with Ashley even though Ashley was much taller.  "She introduced you to me. She said you were the gang leader here."  Emma just looked down.  Cursing Emily's words for being too bold as she said to herself 'I Will Die'.  "Good! That's how it should be."  Emma widened her eyes, not expecting Ashley to like her.  "You. Are you all you have?"  "I have nothing. My house burned down."  "I can't believe it. Where's your room?"  Emily remembered Emma's words, "Room A3."  "Okay. You already know who I am, so it's be

Bread and all the sweets Mrs.  Bethany has disappeared.  Someone has stolen it.  Whether it's her roommates or maybe Ashley the bully, it's definitely not safe anymore.  Emily refused to think about it.  If he tried to find her, there would definitely be a commotion if he found out who the culprit was.  After all, all that food could not possibly come back again.  The most important thing right now is how to safely hide this copy of the folder.  Under the pillow, that's impossible.  It's definitely checked in the bag, especially under the pillow.  Not even in the closet.  If only the cupboard had a key, Emily might have thought twice.  But in fact anyone can open his closet easily.  She looked around the room.  Not a single gap to be found.  Emily came out and looked around.  There were three boys chatting at the bottom of the stairs on the right of the hall.  They look fun,

Emily checked the number one shelf on the wall to the right.  Took some books to check it out.  She also examined the tables and chairs in as much detail as possible.  Occasionally poked her head under desks and bookshelves.  Makes her have to be prone.  Emily gasped in surprise as she looked under the bookshelf.  It wasn't something that helped her find the secret door, but a spider that had jumped out and nearly landed on her face.  Emily changed her position and sat on the floor clutching her chest.  Struggling to calm her heart that was pounding from shock, then resumed her search.  Meanwhile, Diana searched shelves number three and four.  Just like Emiy, she also didn't want to miss the slightest bit of the place and searched carefully.  Checked all the tables and chairs and also the bookshelf.  Every now and then she pointed her flashlight at the top of the shelf.  Luckily, the window on the right