Sour by Ivie

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.

I sighed.

Okay folks, that’s how I met my best friend, the Emma Rose.

 

 

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