I'm trapped.

I'm trapped.

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Romance
My name? My name is not important. I have no family, no friends, no good paying job. I was reading my favorite novel after a long work shift. But what about it? I've read that novel like a million times, I know every detail. You will ask. So what about it? The thing is, I was crossing the road, not paying attention. That resulted in a fatal accident, my death. But I suddenly opened my eyes. "What? Wasn't I dead? How?" She wakes up, but in the body of the character prinsipal of her favorite novel. What will happen now? This is the wattpad version, so it would be +18 This story is also available on pocket fm. English is not my first language. Please kindly correct me on my grammar mistakes.
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Something came to Gisselle, when she suddenly crashed into a car while driving, a guy was there, helping her and trying to heal her. She felt something in her hand, she could smell it. She had a flower held in her hand. "Keep it safe, you might need it for luck." The guy's voice was low and mysterious. "What for?" I said, my head felt unconscious and light headed, I felt like I don't remember anything and wanted to throw up because of being light headed. The guy hasn't respond, but I got up to the door and deciding that if I should go home or go to school in the middle of the day. A hand held my wrist, still holding the flower that was in my hand. "Not yet, I'm not done. You have a major bruise on your head, I'll get you some ice." I didn't want ice, I felt like I wanted to go home, but I stayed for a while because I don't know where had my car go or where to exit. How did I get here? What happened? Why am I here? I needed answers, but I guess I'll save it for the last.

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