Once upon a time a mirror slurped up me and my brother, and magically transported us inside Snow White's fairy tale.
Then we stopped Snow White from eating the poisoned apple. Hooray! Or not. If Snow White doesn't die, she won't get to meet her prince or get her happy ending. Oops.
Now it's up to us to fix Snow White's story. And then, fingers crossed, find our way home.
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From Mirror, Mirror
Once upon a time my life was normal.
Then the mirror in our basement ate us.
Do you think I'm joking? Do you think I'm making this up? You do, don't you?
You're thinking, um, Abby, mirrors don't usually go ahead and slurp people up. Mirrors just hang on the wall and reflect stuff.
Well, you're wrong. So very WRONG.
Everything I'm going to tell you is the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I'm not making anything up. And I'm not a liar, or a crazy person who thinks she's telling the truth but secretly isn't. I am, in fact, an extremely logical, extremely practical, and extremely un-crazy nine-year-old girl whose life went completely berserk after her parents forced her to move to Smithville.
Thirty-Three Grimm Street, to be exact. Corner of Andersen Avenue.
Still don't believe me? You will when you hear all the facts. You will when you hear the whole story.
Let me start at the beginning.