BROKEN
ANNE
I woke up to the sound of my phone alarm, it was always set to wake me at 6 every morning, I yawned and got up. Wait, this doesn't look like my room at all, the walls were blue and the room looked really manly, a king sized bed at the middle, a bookshelf full with books that looked like something I'd read for a year. Though I loved reading books, these books were all huge. Then it clicked, I never went home yesterday, I really need a change of clothes and some food. Going home was my best option, I opened the room door and peeped outside, some freshly baked bread smell hit my nose as my stomach growled in response. Does Brian cook? I wondered, I fully opened the door and went quietly
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