Wrong Place { A completed Short Story/ Lgbt}
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  • Reads 1,808
  • Votes 147
  • Parts 5
  • Time 13m
Complete, First published Jun 13, 2020
Jan 1st 2021 featured in Nanowrimo2020

 What would you do if you woke up in a complete strange place that you have never been before.

Run out side and scream?

Yeah it'd probably make sense if you are found a stranger by the rest of the people in that house. But what if you ARE  somebody familier to them?


Ahas never in the world had an idea of what's going on whan he woke up in a bed that was rougher than his own. And to a room that  seemed to be a gallery of  Ronaldo.  He was horror stricken by the whole thing and let me say that he was traumatised by seeing his own reflection minutes after that.

WHAT if it happened to be the person he is  alienated with  the most. The person he thought the weirdest of all and out of his league and out of his reach.... . and somebody with whom he had never seen eye to eye or met face to face event though they are of the same grade, the one and only 

 " Seth Avantha" !!!


The footballer that seemed to have it all and had fulfilled all of his goals,
and has in his hands the cutest dolls
and had never heard a world called "FALL".


So what would happen if their lives swapped


Highest ranking do far - 52 in "bed" 😶 

BTW I MADE THAT COVER
*-blushes-* if you want hit me up on my cover shop.


Ranks 

#18 on bed out if 6.5K
#1  on psychological novel contest
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