I woke up and stretched, even though I had just fallen asleep, I felt very refreshed. I walked to my desk and pulled out a journal that my grandma had gotten me for my birthday. I promised myself at lunch that I would start writing as soon as I woke up. Now that I am awake I can start.
Life is a story. Everyone has their own. The number 1 rule to writing any good story is to never end it as a dream. However my entire story has been nothing but a dream. Both of my stories have. The person writing this right now is Gracie. Gracie is me. When I wake up Tia will be writing in a similar journal. Tia is also me. Some days I don't know who I am. And other days I love my dreamt realities.
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Dreamt Realities
General FictionGracie and Tia are the same person but live very different lives. Gracie and Tia are just like normal girls except when they fall asleep, for at night they become each other.
