I took the crisps from the girl cautiously.
“Eat, it’ll help the pain.” She said. I opened the packet, the smell of vinegar instantly filled my nose. I ignored it, shoving them as fast as I could. But the vinegar was too sharp. I coughed, the girl laughed.
“Why are you being so sour?” I said.
“It’s what a Rose does, and I’m Emma Rose!” She stook out her tongue. But on the bright side, it did stop the throbbing pain I had in my arm.
Okay folks, that’s how I met my best friend, the Emma Rose.