as each girl slowly went inside one by one there was only one girl left on the street, when the postman came to her house he stopped put the mail in the box and left his bike slowly making its way to the end of the street, walking up to the post box the girl took the mail, searching through it quickly, as if by chance a golden evelope fell out of the pile, picking it up she look at the name on the front, praying that it wasn't a mistake she read it over and over it said on the cover emerald green there was no mistake.