Emily continued to chew her lower lip. The metallic taste of blood was in her mouth. As the students were given the order to begin, Emily tried to. The pain from another contraction stopped her. This time, Emily bit her tongue to keep from crying out. She knew that the person next to her had just had kids and she wanted to ask for advice, but the setting was wrong. She didn't want anyone to think that she was trying to cheat. Her palms began to sweat as she became ever-more nervous. Emily had remembered hearing some where that storms help the babies be born. The thought made her glare out the window for a moment before another contraction. This time, Emily held the pencil so tightly that it snapped.<br/><br/>Emily stood then, hoping that the teacher would understand. The baby was dropped all of the way. As soon as she stood, her water broke, and the bloody amniotic fluid soaked through her pants and shoes, and left a puddle around her feet. There was no question about it now, her baby was coming.<br/><br/>"I have to call the hospital," she told the teacher before leaving the room.<br/><br/>In reality though, Emily didn't want anyone to call the hospital, including herself. Instead, she was going to leave campus and find somewhere private that she could give birth. If any blood tests would be done, it would just be too obvious that her child wasn't human.