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The next day had arrived, and Emy ran downstairs carrying a large bag, she was wearing casual clothes, blue jeans, a white shirt and a black jacket.
"Where are you going Emy? Aren't you delivering pizzas? We got three more to go, quickly!"
Her father reprimanded her as he was annoyed she woke up so late and didn't even show up to eat breakfast with her family.
"I'm leaving!"
She ran to the kitchen, opening the fridge and drinking some milk, before taking out a muffin, which she took a big bite of.
"Leaving?! What? Where?"
"I'm going to go sing or something, I don't know."
"What?! But you have to deliver the pizzas! And singing?! Are you insane? Why? I told you that…!"
"You can't force me to work! It's illegal to make children work, you know dad?"
"B-But that's… it doesn't apply when it's family business! Family helps each other Emy!"
