(Y/n) had just gotten back from her mystery hunt with her father and read over her complete story. It was so fun to think she hadn't been born mute. She had finished reading her story but it didn't feel complete; she needed to add more to it. After this realization, she spent her entire day thinking of ideas and possible changes she could make before she moved on to the next part.

     Her mother called her downstairs for lunch, so she had to abandon her writing for now. She ran down the stairs to get her hair ruffled by her father, which was a habit of his. "Eat up, champ," he said as he handed her a plate. She ate quickly, excited to get back to the amazing world she had created and the wonderful boy that she loved so much. If only he were real...

     After hours of writing, (Y/n) began to grow tired and decided to get some rest. Little did she know that she would wake up in a whole other world...