I will strive beyond this cursed bloodline!

Chapter 1: Average start?

*riiiiiiiing*

The clock was sounding his mighty alarm, it was six in the morning on a Monday so it was a School day.

"Wake me up, when September ends ♪"

The weird alarm that her mother had added to said clock also started sounding, it was a song or something that she liked to listen on her younger days.

*brrrrrrr*

And now her smartwatch was starting to vibrate on her hand, signaling the third and final defense to wake the girl from her deep slumber.

She was fifteen years old, she was supposed to be able to wake herself without so much trouble, she strived for her mother to not awake her every morning after all.

"Uuughhh...who made mornings..." but she didn't wanted to awake, not really.

The world of the people that were awake was tiring after all, and she really liked the comfort brought by the sheets of her bed.

Of course, life wasn't easy, and the last line of defense would activate soon enough if she didn't make an effort to stand up by herself...

...And she would do it!

...Surely! ...

..She would stand any minute now...

...The story can't progress with our heroine in her bed after all...

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"INITIATING WAKING PROTOCOL!" Yeah, should awake by herself.

"NO WAIT I'M AWAKE!" Or not...?

Either way, the young protagonist of this story soon found her just reckoning for not helping and doing her part to advance this story. How do you ask?

Simple, she was thrown out of her bed by a comically big spring from beneath her bed. Of course, she wouldn't be thrown without a care either. Her father had installed this and pointed it so it would throw her into a big teddy bear...

It was her gift on her twelfth birthday and it was always on the corner of her room.

At least used to be, since our dear protagonist thought herself too big to have said teddy bear in that spot and just moved it to her closet the day before.

And forgot to tell her father so he could change the aim of said spring.

"HEEEEEEELP!!!!" and so, she struck true to the aim of the spring.

Hitting the wall and almost losing her conscience, she managed to cling to her wits by sheer willpower...And by remembering that if she failed to stay awake then she would be thrown back into the bed and then again against this same wall...

So failing to stay awake would mean several more hits against a wall.

"At least the wall isn't that hard...." was the only thing our dear protagonist would mumble to herself while nursing her face, a quick look into the mirror would solve the doubts of how bad the hit was.

"Hmm...nothing looks out of place..." and the blonde visage of a girl would look back at her. She was pretty even by her own standards, with blonde hair a little curly on the ends, and azure sky eyes that didn't look natural no matter how she thought of them. Even half asleep she had that youthful and vibrant appearance with smooth, clear skin and bright, expressive eyes.

Her features were well-defined, with high cheekbones, a straight nose, and full lips. She has a slender and toned physique, with long legs and a graceful posture. After her morning shower, her hair would be fixed to be styled in a trendy and comfortable way.