"Submit" she thought as she was pressing the submit button. She picked up her plate and empty soda can, brushed her wet hair out of her face, and quickly walked to the kitchen. The room that was lit only by the sun and a small light above the stove. The tile was brown and yellow. It was cold and hard on her feet as she walked. She passed the fridge and walked to where the trash can usually sat.
"Where'd the trash can go?" She thought "Mum? What happened to the-" she stopped as she turned around, seeing that the can was moved next to the sink.
"Huh?" Her mum asked, turning around to look at Emma, looking away from the T.V. that sat on a cream colored shelf in the living room.
"Never mind." Emma told her mum. "I found it." She walked over and dumped the left over food into the trash can, throwing the soda can in afterwards. She realized that she should have put it in the recycling basket, but she wasn't about to reach into that trash can. She just set her plate next to the sink and walked back into the rec. room.
She sat at the computer, and then remembered that her laundry needed to be picked up. She grabbed the purple laundry hamper, and walked through the tiny, dirty kitchen. Emma turned left, only glancing at the television once. The Simpsons was on. She hated that show, so she just looked away with an annoyed expression on her face. She walked into the little bathroom. Flicking the light on, she set the hamper down, on top of the clothes that were left on the floor from when she took a shower not too long ago. She turned the nob on the old sink. Water trickled down onto her hands. She squeezed the soap out of the little dispenser, and washed her hands thoroughly. She turned the nob in the opposite direction, turning the water off. She dried her hands off on a faded purple towel, stained with pink and red. She picked up her clothes, and tossed them into her laundry hamper. She wandered into her room, not bothering to turn the light on, seeing as how it would make no difference, since there's only one light bulb that barley works. She picked up the rest her clothes, and left the hamper in her room. She walked through the little, dark house, once more, making her way back to the rec. room.
Emma walked over to the computer, and checked her PM's. She got one from Patrick P. She typed to him that she was back. He typed back "cool" and then she clicked on the reply button. She pasted her text color and began typing. She told him of her journey to the trash can, and clicked on the submit button.
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