Everyone with a decent soul loves Disney and has fallen in love with at least one character. Now this oneshot book is your chance to be transported to a world with your favorite characters. Everyone is allowed to come!
Love interests can and will be...
I wasn't kidding when I said writing this oneshot would take me along time. Almost a year, but it's done!! So here you are @TrashBean____ !!
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Movie: Luca (2021) Character: Alberto Scornfano
(Y/N) = your name (L/N) = your last name
The year is in the late 1970s in, Italy
Your Outfit
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(Y/N)'s POV Raindrops fall onto the window of the speeding train before sliding away from enerati. As lightning flashes outside the train, I scribble notes in my journal. My eyes begin to wander, glancing at a folder lying beside me on the train car seat. Since I've gained the critical information that is kept inside the folder I've been infatuated with something or someone unreal.
As I set my journal down on my lap, I bring the folder into my hands holding my breath but as I'm about to open the folder the ticket collector yells and the train begins to chug to a halt. The train whistle blows and the train collector announces for everyone to get off the train. Without hesitation, I scramble to cram my journal into my duffle suitcase. With haste, I pull my trench coat around my body as my heart races. This is it. I dash off the train, pushing past people and becoming drenched in the cool rain of northern Italy.
I gaze at the quint town taking in the sights. Dashing Vespas under shop awnings, dead fish hung in window sills, and most notably the Mediterranean sea in the distance. Inhaling the smell of fresh rain, the salty seawater, and a hint of garlic noodles cooking in the distance; I know I'm going to like it here in Portorosso, Italy.
Waking me from my trance, a woman's voice jolts me to pay attention to her. I turn around to the voice and find a red-haired woman running behind me.
"Excuse me, ma'am." She calls before coming to halt in front of me. Her red hair is frizzy from the rain and humidity. "I think you left this." She pulls out something from underneath her yellow jacket and reveals,
"My folder!" I snatch the folder from her hand and hastily tuck it into my bag before the papers can get wet. I can't believe I left the folder on the train! The contents of the folder have the only leads to my news story.
