R U DEAD? Nope!

You aren't really dead. You hear faint music. You open your eyes. This whole story has been a dream. You are a happy 15 year old girl, who has just woken up, gone downstairs and is now eating her dads gluten free breakfast brownies. The chocolate oozes into your mouth, but you have a bit of a crunch. You are in a posh house, with furry rugs that tickle your feet, a house with plush leather sofas and a big, clear plasma screen. You have a lovely mum and dad. Plus, your Gran and Grandpa live with you. Also, you have ten servants for each room. And you have 12 rooms in your house. You love your life.

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