[CreatureOfHabit]

Emilia woke up, blinking open her eyes to stare at the ceiling. She half expected to wake up in the lab, machines whirring, and the scent of urine and fear. But it wasn't the lab. She smiled to herself, as she pulled the sheets aside. She always slept late, as she often had tried to stall, back at the lab, to put off tests. Old habits died hard, she guessed. She walked up to her closet, opening it. Her stomach was a flurry of emotions, twisting inside. This was all new to her..how would the other kids react to someone only twelve? She knew how things worked, despite everything. No matter the age, kids always felt little respect towards those younger than them. Then, she got an idea. If she was to avoid this.. then she had to avoid them. As she looked at her options, she chose a jean jacket,
red shorts, and some black gloves. She slipped on her dog tags, turning to brush her hair. She knew she hated those tags, but it was a firm warning,
to be thankful for what she had..for who knew how long all this would last?
She turned to open the door, and stepped out.