Emma's flippers were still tingling as she headed to Lunch. She squeezed her way through the tons of kids bustling through the Dining Hall. She eventually made it to the outside bench area, where she and her mates always ate their food. She sat on the table, and opened her lunchbox. Emma was one of the few kids in her year that still bought a lunchbox to school, the others had school dinners. She smiled at her friend Brooke, who was walking over to her, and sitting on the bench next to her.
"Hey Emma." She greeted brightly, a cupcake in her flipper.
"Hey Brooke." Emma replied cheerfully, eating...
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