Cora was done with imaginary friends. She had been done with them since she could remember, which was... third grade?
That's what happens when you have an annoying little sister- who can't stop teasing you for the smallest of things- including style. Just then, Mia rumbled in. She giggled her blonde pigtails bouncing, brown eyes shining.
"Hey, Emoma!" She squeaked, smirking at Cora. Cora rolled her eyes at her nickname. It was't her fault she was so emotional.
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