When she woke, she was surrounded by garbage heaps stretching as far as the eye could see, and she was on top of one of them.
The gray sky, the stench-filled air, the unfamiliar place: she immediately thought of kidnapping.
But when she saw her own small, skinny, dirty hands and the strange clothes, filthy and torn, she fell silent. Then she began measuring her height against a broken TV by the corner of the garbage heap.
Not even a meter tall.
She thought.
Then she yanked the tangled hair hanging down her back. Though grime obscured it and dirty water had clumped it into strands, she could still tell its original color was magenta, not black.
All right, now she was completely sure. Kidnapping was the least of her worries. In fact, she hoped she really had been kidnapped. Kidnapping meant being taken by someone, but she had been taken by an entire world!!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
The article that knocks the stick is not enough to read~
Leave a claw_(:з∠)_
This is my first time seeing Maggie fanfic, come on