~~☆Is it possible? (CH: 2)☆~~

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Fluttering my eyes open I am met with sunlight gazing into my room. I grew, stretching my arms and legs. Closing my eyes again to go back into my light slumber, I was interrupted by the most irritating thing ever.

My phone...

Then that's when it hit me.

"WHAT IS THE TIME?" I sat upright and grabbed my phone off the table and answered the phone in less than a second.

"Hello miss Kim I know I am late to set the book in but it is done I have finished it. I am about to send it in now. You see I didn't send it in at the time you wanted me to send it in but my WIFI wasn't working but it's here now and I can send it in." I lied and took a massive deep breath in. Squinting my eyes waiting for the unwanted screaming of a response.

"Ahh,...Y/n what are you going on about? You know what, it doesn't matter but what does matter is the party I am going to tonight and you are coming with me no matter what."

I sat there frozen, 'who is talking to me right now and what party everyone knows I don't do parties. Hell no.'

"Wait, who am I talking to?" I put a finger under my chin. Whilst silently clearing my throat.

"Ah, Chloe, your best friend, who else, dummy."

'What. The. Fuck. I don't have friends.'

"Can-, can I call you back please thank you." I didn't even let her answer, I just hung up. Rude but oh well.

 I looked at my phone and around my room. Nothing looked like my house. 'Where the fuck am I. One I live in a one-room house and to who the fuck has pink walls.' (Minty: sorry if you do.)

Questions were everywhere in my head. I swear I could see them floating in the air. I was thinking so much. Honestly, it hurt.

"Okay let's connect the dots, shall I? I woke up in some random room. Apparently, my best friend is Chloe. She wants to take me to a party today... Why does this sound so familiar...." I started pacing back and forth around the small room. Probably the most walking I have done since I was in year 10. Thinking over and over. Why doesn't the world give me any answers I need? This time it is a need not a want. That's when it hit me hard like a brick and I wasn't talking about my headache. Eyes wide.

"I. Wrote. This."

"Well I'll take back what I said now, this is some nightmare on Allons street shit right here." holding myself back from finding myself funny.

This had to have been some sick fucking dream then. It has to be a dream, how could it not? Opening the door that had a rose on it. That immediately made me think of poppy playtime. I came running down a hall to stop at my biggest enemy.

Stairs...

"Now it really is a nightmare." I rolled my eyes but was interrupted.

"Ahh, Y/n you're awake. I thought you would have been asleep, you woke up so late it's like 1 pm." A woman with straight (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes was wearing an apron. She looked like a mum I mentally shivered.

I stood there in silence. I didn't know what to say. This is all a dream but it seems like I am living Mabel's life. The main character of 'my' book. 

"Y/n are you alright? You seem a little off." The lady said.

"Oh yeah I- I am fine, just a bit of a headache." Well, half of that was true.

"Okay well, Chloe told me you're going to a party tonight?" She asked.

"It seems like it," I replied. I really just didn't have the words to muster up right now.

"Why are you standing here? Come sit down." The lady took my hands in hers and walked me down the staircase and took me to a table to sit on the brown wooden chairs.

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