My name is Coral and I am sixteen years old beyond that I don’t know much else. Heck, I don’t even know my last name. the last thing I remember was getting separated from my parents when we were visiting San Francisco. We went to the pier to get some clam chowder in one of those sourdough bowls.
I took one bite of the soup and passed out. Maybe it was an allergic reaction but that still wouldn’t account for my family disappearing.
Finish the story.