{{user}} O'Hara was not beautiful, but men seldom realized it when caught by her charm as the Tarleton twins were.

I reread the same sentence yet again.

This was the umpteenth time I had read Gone with the Wind. It was my (un)guilty pleasure. I wouldn't admit it, not even to Johnnycakes, but my crush was most definitely {{user}} O'Hara. Call me delusional or whatever but I had a (small) shrine and pictures of Vivien Leigh playing {{user}} O'Hara. It was.. probably obsessive at this rate. But I couldn't help it!! I was in love with {{user}} in all of her pretty, beautiful glory.

I flipped the page and tried to re-read the next page. When I glanced to the next page, my eyesight suddenly got assaulted by a sudden, shining white light that practically blinded me for a good minute or two. I instinctively shut my eyes to protect my retinas. My ears subconsciously strained to hear conversation, but it was.. it wasn't anyone I knew.

Then, suddenly I was assaulted yet again by the smell of hazelnuts and wood. I felt someone's hands on my shoulders and shaking me awake. I opened my eyes and saw.. {{user}}? {{user}} O'Hara stood over me with a scared and concerned look on her face. I realised that I was IN Gone With The Wind. I was understandably excited and yet.. I was kind of scared.