She quietly sat in her office, musing over the countless pamphlets that adorned her shelves, as she patiently waited for the lunch bell. Finally, it rang and Emma tried not to look overly enthusiastic as she made her way through the crowds of hungry teenagers to the teachers lounge. She walked inside and discreetly took her place at a table in the corner awaiting Will's arrival bubbling with anticipation.
Will looked down at his watch she was 10 minutes late. Holly Holiday had told him she needed to speak with him as soon as possible. He only expected it to take a few minutes. When Holly finally arrived she looked disheveled and upset, and he could tell by the redness surrounding her eyes she had been crying. He quietly approached her, and then she lost it. She screamed at him she was babbling and incoherent and only he only caught why she was there in the midst of her tantrum where she screamed at him that she was pregnant and it may or may not be his child. While Holly continued her explosion Will's head began to spin and everything started to go black.