Emma: *looks down at my rolled up sweat pants then sees a big scrape on my knee* that little thing? Pffft! I'm fine. *looks around* ya why are we here?
Intercom: There is a dance this weekend so today is Thursday you have two days to get a date to the dance Chance: wha-t I'm never going to get a date Brantley: would you like to go to the dance with me Emma?
A dance know I need to get a date and I need to dress up -rubbing forehead- I think in getting a headache
Snow:-looks at you and shyly walks over-um hi I'm new,um would you mind going with me? I'm snow by the way