CHAPTER FIFTY

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“Emilia, you did really well today.” Mrs. Worthington says to Emilia as soon as the class is over. “I am glad that I am beginning to rob off on you.” She adds.

Emilia sighs softly. “When is my next class?” She asks.

“It is in two days, Emilia, and I really hope to see you.” Her teacher says.

“Fine,” Emilia says and waltzes out of the room. She has been listening to that uptight woman for a long two hours, and all she needs now is a glass of milk, some cookies, and a great deal of sleep.

Thus, she goes into the kitchen to get some cookies and milk that she is craving.

“Hello, Betty!” Emilia says immediately she sees Betty in the kitchen.

“Emilia!” Betty says and hugs her. “How was your class?” She asks.

“What do you think?” Emilia rolls her eyes and starts to put some of the recently-baked chocolate cookies on a plate.

“From the look of things, the class did not go well,” Betty says with a smile on her round face.

Emilia scoffs. “Tell me about it. It was as boring as hell. It took e