I GOT INTO THE NOVEL I HATED THE MOST

HERE WE GO AGAIN!

Sun rays peeked through the blinds, entered my room, waking me up. 'Thanks for nothing', I groaned as I scratched my head. Unable to open my eyes, I got inside my bathroom, stinking clothes filled the air making me wanna puke. I want to do nothing.

The mirror reflected a short, thin girl, with messy straight hair. 'When did I last comb my hair ? I washed them 5 days ago, right?'.
'very hygienic,' my mom suggested, I agreed.
'Stop nodding your head, get your clothes in the washing machine, you're 15 already, you need to know your responsibilities!' She lectured. Wow, talk about my responsibilities when you are not at home half the time, and when I was thinking I can get better and adjust to the new city and make friends, the pandemic came in like bam. I have no friends, the old ones were trashy and I am happy I got rid of them. My mother is a professor and dad is a doctor. My dad being busy makes sense but my mom is missing half of the time, or totally and my dad is not going to come back home for 1-2 months at least. Being alone is not something very alien to me, but it feels different, staying alone never made me feel empty, I do now though. I washed my face and sat on my bed, promising myself ' I'll sit on the study table in the next period'. my mind white, the teacher repeatedly calling my name. 'Amy, open your camera, we need to see you, you are the new kid, I need to see you!' she exclaimed. 'how about no,' i thought. I turned on my camera, looking half dead, dark undereyes, untidy hairs, skin filled with pimple marks I used to perform surgery on. I smiled as if she were telling me I was the richest person in the world, her voice sounded more like blah blah to me.

'hi, I am Amy, I wish to be dead,' wait correction 'hi, I am Amy, I look forward to,' a long pause followed,'meet y'all' I added awkwardly. The class ended with her talking about precautions needed to be taken in these difficult times. I didn't get out of my bed in the next period, I went on Pinterest, killing more time. A pin caught my attention, it was a novel, with a really cool cover. There was a pretty woman wearing a gown. The novel cover said 'VILLAINS ARE DESTINED TO DIE'. I clicked the link, and I was intrigued by the storyline and the whole plot. I binged on it the whole day, the only thing in my head was that novel. I didn't remember what we studied, what I did, except reading the novel. My mum got home late at night, it started with me asking her what she was doing and ended with an argument. The whole month felt so good. I was alone but happy though, the series had ended.Fangirling felt the best and I didn't have any other series. I went on the internet and searched for a new novel. I found several- who made me a princess, the villainess turns the hourglass. "life is good but it can be better!'' I said as I fangirled hard on all these series and searched for new ones but I was forgetting something, my classes. I had completed all my assignments but the classes distracted me when I was reading, and everything they were teaching felt pretty easy to me.

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I was reading in my room when my mom entered my room. We were talking after a while. I tried to lighten the mood by talking about me 'I got full in almost all my tests' as I was saying my mom moved swiftly and slapped me. Her eyes filled with anger, the way she looked at me- I felt pathetic. my cheeks red, my body vibrating,all my happiness shattered like a weak cup of glass.
'Why are you not attending your classes?' she shouted at me. I said nothing, still trying to understand what was happening . She grabbed my hair, my mother has never laid a hand on me, I never thought her comforting touch could hurt this much. Did she fight with her boyfriend? my mouth wouldn't open, my voice barely audible got out of my mouth. 'I am sorry, I know I did wrong but you can't hurt me.' I looked at her with pleading eyes, mum must be going through something to do something like this with me, I have to be understanding. 'She is the only one who loves me', I thought. Her grip weakened, but her eyes were still on fire. 'Did you fight with your boyfriend?' my words acted like wind, making the strong fire fiercer and it got out of control. She stood up, I was looking at her eyes, trying to understand her. 'You think I am cheating on your father, huh?'. What followed was hard for me to forget, she was crazy, like a monster , she vented her anger on me searching for comfort in my pain. She left the room, I lay on the bed. Should i call 1098 (Indian childcare number). I locked my door, opened my phone like nothing had happened and read a novel like a psychopath. The sun rays slowly stepped out of my room and waved goodbye by lighting my room with orange lights,my pillow drenched in my tears, and a bit of blood flowing through my nose. I was almost done with completing the novel, trying my best not to fall asleep. I had completed the novel and went to sleep.

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My bed felt bigger and softer, my head hurt. As I tried to sit, something pulled my head. It was my butt, I was sitting on my hair, and hairs were hurting my scalp,my hairs were pretty and long, they were painted golden, I started to analyse them. They looked like thin gold strands except    softer and prettier. I rushed to the nearest mirror only to see I was transmigrated.

HIIIIII*screeches*

Hi, this is the author,I am 14 and a crazy geeek, unfortunate for u , u can't follow me on any social media platforms (because I don't exist there). Make sure to comment whether u liked it or not , I look forward to what you say;)))

Love liavana ♡○♡

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