Suddenly Rhea

1. Do authors have manuals for being stuck in a book?

Stupid! Stupid!
I chanted in my head like a broken mantra, was it supposed to be broken or record? I don't know. It had taken me twenty four hours for me to mess up everything. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want to be stuck in her but I had to be, to write her story. It all started as a stupid dream. It wasn't supposed to be this way. I wasn't supposed to be stuck in a book- yes a book! A book I was working on.

You know those stupid scenes that you are working on and you write something then you find it stupid, you end up liking the stupid protagonist. Even though you find them stupid but you still end up writing about them. That's how Rhea came up, that's how I created the stupid protagonist in my book.

It had been long since I had say down and decided to finally write something, I had drafted the storyline and began writing. It wasn't supposed to be like this, I wasn't supposed to end up as Rhea. She was supposed to be a mass of letters and words, she wasn't supposed to breathe. I wasn't supposed to be her!!!

I just wanted to create someone who wasn't afraid to stand up for herself, someone sassy and pretty. Someone different from me. Someone who I could look at and see achievement.

I went to bed that night after I had finished writing the outline of the story and the first chapter. I had a smile on my face, I could imagine what I was going to write in the next coming days. I was exited. I slept very happy that day. Let's just say I didn't know what was going to happen the next day.

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" Rhea!"
Someone shouted near my door but I turned over in my bed trying to sleep more. Who doesn't like sleeping in late?

"Rhea! I swear I will break down this door if I have to," The person shouted again.

It took me some seconds to realize that one, I was awake, two that was definitely not my mum's voice, three was my mind playing tricks on me?

No! No! No! I chanted in my head closing my eyes tightly hoping I was dreaming. I was definitely dreaming. This wasn't true, right? So I did what I do best in situations that were confusing like this. Took in deep breaths of air to calm myself hoping that everything will be okay. I opened my eyes slowly and stared back at a room that wasn't mine, the light green walls reminding me it was real.
This was one of those dreams that seem real and scare you a lot but you definitely wake up. Exactly! I smiled at myself I was a genius.

"Rhea!" The lady shouted again startling me again. Holy shit! This was not a dream!

"I'm coming!" I shouted back at her.

My voice sounded a lot different, bolder and sweet, you could listen to it all day. What the fuck had happened? Still freaking out I managed to get out of the bed, I located her(my) bathroom. I stared at my reflection on the mirror I looked different. I was different. I was what I had imagined while I drafted the story. My features were more soft. feminine. I was still a black woman. Being a black author I loved basing my protagonist on something that was related to me. Mostly it was my color. My hair was nicely done as cute butterfly locks sat on my head, shaped or whatever name they refer to eyebrows that are shaped.

My face was smooth, despite me waking up, I glowed cheesy right? I was pretty.Heck! I was beautiful, I looked like I'd been taken straight from a magazine almost every author used that line right?

I was pretty sure I was going to wake up soon and realized all this was a dream, a very bad one. I finally managed to get something to wear from those heaps of things she called clothes. I was so going to change her choice of clothing. I settled for a cute shirt and jeans and decided I was ready to go. Where? I checked on my phone that was on the bedside table. It was on a Tuesday so I had school I guess. Taking a deep breath I went outside my room.