The tale of Emma Coal

A unlikely meeting

She sat down, looking at the mirror that was laid out next to her. Her eyes catching the bright Friendly reporter that sat in front of her, bestowed in colours she had never seen before, Bright colours pretty in their own right.

"So what brings you here" the Friendly reporter asks, she wasn't entirely sure herself.

She wasn't sure how she was thrown into a world so unlike her own, with people and faces so new.

"I'm not too sure..." She mutters out

"That's alright" he responds "do you at least know your name?"

She knew this one Luckily and happily told him "Emma Coal!"

"Emma huh- nice to meet ya! Do you remember anything else?? Or is it just your name Emma" he said, writting away in a odd scrawl she hadn't seen before

"Umm... Yeah I guess"

"Wellllll how about do you know how you got in that store?? we didn't quite catch it on the camera, we were hoping you could tell us??"

She sat there quietly. You could say she did know where she came from. But she didn't know how she appeared in the store, in her silents hair hands almost atomicly drifted to her long pale blonde hair that was closer to a white.

"I'm not sure... " She finally mubled out now lost in thoughts that clouded her mind to the point she hadn't a clue what the kind reporter was Saying.

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