My Life Is A Wattpad Story. Literally.

Mission

"Margaret." I heard a distant voice calling my name. Eh, let me sleep some more.

"Margaret." It was like an angel's voice to my ears.

I opened my eyes. Or so I think I did, because my vision was met by darkness. Suddenly I saw a bit of light which formed a humanly figure. Am I dreaming?

"Margaret. We need your help." Came a soft voice. Yep, definitely dreaming.

"That's a first." I mumbled sleepily.

"You're not dreaming." Holy shit. I am a damn good dreamer if an illuminated figure in my dream can read the thoughts of me in a dream.

"Please pray tell, how may I help." I said as I stood up from the - wait what? What the fudge was I doing lying on the floor?

"I know you think this is a dream, but it really is not. You can take it either ways. But we really need your help. This world depends on you." Said the illuminated figure which kept getting closer.

"Are you saying that I'm -"

"Yes, you're the chosen one." She finished my sentence. She bloody finished my sentence. What next level dream was this? I mean it was a dream right? It can't be real. Otherwise I wouldn't have been this calm right now.

Suddenly the entire room lighted up. If you would call it a room that is. It was entirely white, the floor, everything. I mean, that's all there was. Just floor. Never-ending floor, went on till the furthest my eyes could see. Such dream. Much wow.

And finally I could see the figure infront of me, the owner of the angelic voice.

And let me tell you that the voice really didn't suit her. For she was an old grumpy looking lady. Obviously I snorted. That won't be considered rude right? I mean she is just a fragment of my imagination. I would say colorful imagination, but that was definitely not the case. And I certainly don't remember white being my favorite color. For everything was white here. Even the old lady's cloak. Also my dress, which I definitely wasn't wearing before I slept.

"Rude as fuck." The old lady said as she now stood right infront of me.

So I was in an actual on going land of white? With a white lady wearing white. White white white. What's with this dream. My mom was right about my skills.

"Listen up clearly Margaret. See this as a dream or whatever, but the fate of so many sub-worlds that are part of a single world depend on you." I knew it, I was destined to save worlds. Finally, my potential is being recognized.

"What are you saying you female Gandalf? I need details." Might as well call her whatever, it's not like she would sue me, I mean her sub-worlds that are part of a single world or whatever shit depends on me.

She took deep breaths, trying to control her anger maybe. I guess I was a bit rude. Fine, I shall treat this dream as a reality and be nice.

"Why of all people did you have to be the chosen one?" She mumbled to herself. Well I'm not the only rude person here.

"Very well. If you want details, then I shall give you details. This might take a toll on you. For the world you cherish the most is in danger."

"Pfft what world? Try me." I said giving her a smirk and raising my eyebrow.

"The Wattpad world is in danger." She said, causing my heartbeat to increase at a rapid pace. Dream or no dream. This is something I never want to hear.

"What are you saying?" What did I do to deserve such a nightmare. "I did not sign up for such bullshit to my ears." I said, folding my arms.

"Oh but you did, quite literally, when you made that account of yours. At the rate maggi underscore wotshit."