Rockys POV
I hear noises of pots and pans. My brother is probably trying to cook again. I ignore it, if he starts a fire he'll come get me right? Eh who cares I'm tired. I refuse to open my eyes and I drift back to sleep.
I get shook awake. But I still refuse to peel my eye lids back.
"Loooorreeeeen. Get uup brunch is ready!"
The voice doesn't sound like my mom. And she called me Loren?
"My names not Loren mom" I mumble into the pillow
"Oh really SWEETY then what is it?"
"Mom my names rocky." I sit up rubbing my eyes "you named me you should know my-" I look around confused where the hell am I?
"Where am I?" I squeak
"Uh your room? You know you sleep here film that stuff? Honey are you feeling ok?"
"Yeah yeah yeah I'm fine" I mumble I look around taking in my surroundings better and I realize where I am. I'm in Loren grays room. I decide that this is a dream so I look around. This dream is so detailed. I look around Loren's makeup.
I prick my finger on something sharp while digging through some Patrick Starr. It hurt. But you can't feel actual pain in dreams. I try and wake up but I can't. I try and force myself awake but I can't.Then I look up at the mirror..... And notice I'm not me.
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The switch (L.G.B)
FanfictionImagine waking up as Loren gray. Well that's what happened to Rocky. She's a small town farm girl. Who would rather look at the famous than be one. And the famous Loren gray must either adapt to the country life or find Rocky and find a way to get t...
