Emma had gotten very fat. She had just moved to story brooke. She blamed her fatness on the move because of how stressful that was, but in her heart, she knew it was most likely freakin Granny's lasagna. Most lunches AND dinners she'd go there. Damn it was good. She was determined to be better than Regina in every aspect, so she wanted to lose the weight. Unable to resist the delicious food in town, she decided to start exercising.
One morning, she spontaneously decided to take up jogging. She had her fruit loops and whole milk with Mary Margaret, said goodbye, and started a little stretch outside. One way…the other…. Her side stomach was showing. Her stomach was bulging out of her shirt. She pretended like she was going for the sexy mid-drift look, but it was really just fat. She did a little shaking movement and started her run.
She had gotten two blocks and she couldn't feel her pinkies anymore. She was completely running out of breath. Damn smog.. she thought. For sure it had to be the village making her breathing bad. Maybe if she got to the woods it would be easier. She was at the edge of town and she had to take a break. She held onto a streetlight and bent over. Boy was she dizzy. Her stomach hurt so much from cramping. She hadn't moved this much in a long time. She kept on thinking about Regina. She had to be better. With determination in her eyes, she charged into the forest.
Every step she took, her pants kept slipping down. Even her pants didn't fit her anymore. That wouldn't stop her. With one hand holding up her pants and one pumping, she increased her speed. But everything was getting blurry and her running was no longer in a straight line. She closed her eyes. Maybe that would help. She could no longer feel her hands. Unintentionally, they stopped holding up her pants. She took about four more paces and…BAM. Just like that, right into the tree. She had slipped on her pants. She was dead on contact. A branch impaled her skull.