Emma tumbled down the staircase like an armadillo chasing its enemy, trying not to trip over. It was her first day at a new school. Emma's Dad travels to lots of places and countries because of his career, he does touring. He does touring on two storey buses most of the time. Emma doesn't see him a lot, she needed to move schools and houses just because of his Dad's career. But Emma is used to it because she has done it 23 times. 

Emma hopped on the stool by the counter, "good morning mum....." Emma murmured. She barely ever got up so early."Ding!" The toaster gently pushed the toast out, the smell of toast drifted off into everyone's noses. Her Dad sitting on the sofa reading the daily newspaper as usual. Pages flipping and flopping, finally it stopped."I have to go now." His voice as deep as an opera man. He got his laptop bag and soared out professionally through the door. Emma looked at the clock