December 25, 2026
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In a frosty village up in Fairbanks, Alaska, cheerful bells rang through the streets to signal 7:00 AM, morning. Little children woke up bright and early to open their presents, excitedly waking up their parents in a rush. In this part of Fairbanks, people lived in small cabins as a community. The streets were filled with people in heavy coats walking to church to pray to god.
One particular woman woke up in her bed. She went by Scarlett Johnson and was known as a grumpy lady to many. She hated Christmas and how she had to watch other families spend time together while she was alone. Scarlett put on her usual outfit she wore every day - a plaid dress with an overcoat and black pants. She reluctantly ate her cold breakfast and exited her small cabin, grumbling when some snow on the roof fell on her hair.
"I hate this place," she muttered as she dodged the running children to the bus stop. A few other families were waiting there as well, most likely to go to church on this holy day. Scarlett sat on the bench and ignored everyone else.
Once the bus finally arrived, Scarlett huffed as she boarded on and picked a seat near the front. She was surprised to find a purple floral purse waiting there for her and picked it up. There was a label, with an address and a name. Mara Sconcin. 502 Cobblestone Way.
"Now, look at this. A perfect excuse not to go to church," Scarlett thought to herself as she picked the purse and scanned it. It looked like a fine purse to her, but the good thing would be to return it to the owner. Luckily, one of the bus stops was on Cobblestone Way.
When the bus stopped at Cobblestone Way, Scarlett carefully stepped down the bus stairs so as to not slip. The cabins on Cobblestone Way were smaller than the others in the village, but mostly the same. Scarlett navigated her way to 502 Cobblestone Way and knocked on the door. The wind blew her hair in different directions before finally landing on her forehead.
After a few moments, the door creaked open and a young woman with green eyes opened the door. She scanned Scarlett before her eyes landed on the purse in her hands.
"Hello. You must be Scarlett."
THE END
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