Emiko and school never got along; she was usually far smarter than her teachers, and her life was destructive enough that trying to apply herself was an impossibility.   How do you explain to your teachers that the reason you couldn't get your homework done was that your parents had left shortly before you got home, leaving you to deal with dirty diapers, meals to cook, a house to clean, and all the other chores expected of you  that  that you struggled to keep up with, giving  no chance to relax and certainly no chance of going anywhere more quiet and homework doing inducing without taking your baby sister along?<br/><br/>Nowadays school was an impossibility for another reason - unless she wanted to arrange an 'accident' to happen to one of her school mates, the questions about the new girl in school with no parents, paperwork or proof of existence wasn't anything she wanted to face.<br/><br/>So Emiko was hanging out in one of the small hotel rooms she would pay for cash, spend a week or so in, then move.   It wasn't too bad, free cable, free power, and free internet.   The computer games were fun, Craigslist kept her with supplied with clients, and Redtube was Redtube.  A glance at the flashing alarm clock on the bedside table told her it was almost time for first period lunch.   Rather than start a new round of Counter Strike, cursing the hotel's lousy internet connection the entire time, Emiko stuffed her laptop into its carrying bag and headed towards the school - she'd grab her lunch at the nearby ramen house which was close enough for their incubator to relay telepathic communication between her and the other girls, and quite a popular lunch hang out for those who skipped the dubious content of school lunches for something more salt laden.<br/><br/><<Hey Hanako.   You should come over, the pork rolls are .delic. today.>>