If she had known school would be canceled for the day, Emme never would have gotten out of bed. She's here now though, huddled away from the crowd and closer to the school building where she can see everyone without a mess of umbrellas and elbows jutting in her face, so all she can do is wait. Not for her parents to come— she hadn't called them, not yet, and doesn't especially plan to until the crowd of students thins out to nearly nothing— nor for the rain to lighten enough that her Pokemon wouldn't stomp her half to death for sending them out in the rain, her unwilling to drown her Mareep or Ponyta in exchange for companionship.

Instead, she tries to find comfort in others, a strained "Morning!" contrary to the heavy mood, to her classmates and their Pokemon. "What do you think happened?" she asks, when she can no longer pretend the bus isn't what holds the other students captive. Or she'd gripe a little, with a "I wish they close a clearer day to cancel school!" as she holds her hands over her forehead, shielding her eyes from the rain in lieu of an umbrella, which she has tucked away in her schoolbag and hadn't bothered to unfurl. "They should at least let everyone wait inside," she'd say, taking to stomping through puddles in agitation the longer the wait drags on, "instead of outside in the rain and all this noise."

Needless to say, she's worried. Anyone who knows her, knows she talks the more she's worried, trying to fill in the silence to keep thoughts at bay.