Sorry, But I'm Not A Fangirl

Review 2

'Click. Click.Click.Click.' It was several days since she had gotten mail and won an event, and the shut in girl was now doing one of her most popular review quest.

Kuroshitsuji ≪ Black Butler ≫

The sleek, white mouse was being clicked rapidly as pages of black and white manga passed by. The girl never gave another thought about her fast paced reading, nor cared.

She stopped at the last chapter, leaning back at her chair and going over everything.

"I guess the first season was okay, the second season was shit, okay not complete shit but less than three stars... The manga is obviously better, but Ciel just seems like a brat and Sebastian is just some show off. There's also a three season about the Noah's Circus Ark so I'll have to see that too......Ahhh, it's already 4:37 am in the night.... I guess it's about time I take a short nap..." She yawned, rubbing her eyes and already getting comfy on the hard desk.

Settling her head snug between the safety of her arms, she opened one dark gray eye at the screen, where Ciel and Sebastian was drawn.

Her dry lips curled in an cruel smirk, and the tip of her index finger glided along the screen.
"Sell your soul to the devil, huh.."
The voice was so small, that even the owner of the voice could barely hear it against the constant motor of the computer.

Yawning, and then sighing once again, she finally closed her eyes, the LED lights still shining through her closed lids.

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"Uugghh..." A frustrated groan came from her mouth when the putrid smell of waste and smoke filled her senses, making her snap her eyes open when she came to the realization that she was no longer in her dark room.

In fact, she was out of her room, a place she despised dearly.

"what the hell." She breathed heavily in and out when she saw odd dressed men and women walking about to her left.

'Did the world suddenly go crazy and started dressing all weird when I was being a hermit?!'

She found out that she was in the edge of a dark alley, with humans walking to her left, and to the right, well she didn't want to bother, since it reeked of waste and was clothed in darkness.

Looking at her position, her knees were close to her chin and her back ached from leaning against the scratchy worn down brick wall.

Her clothing was different than what she normally wore.

Instead of her thin, worn out lounge wear, she was dressed in tight dark demin jeans, a black sweater that was attached to a hoodie, and silver knee combat boots that made her feel like she was trudging deep in half dried cement.

Glad to find no stains on the back of her jeans when she arose, she covered her head with the hoodie from the sun that seemed to steal all her energy away.

"Ughhh....This is so troublesome.." Whining complaints while kicking the ground and sending rocks several feet away from her in all directions, the girl ignored all the stares and rude comments as if they simply weren't there.

"Snobby bastards..." She cursed under her breath rather loudly on purpose to the group of teenage boys who wore much too many layers of clothing, making them gasp and abruptly stop talking about her.

Snatching up a monochrome newspaper, she quickly read the first page.

"1888....The Victorian Era, England..." Her eyes were wide in disbelief and the dirty newspaper started trembling from her pale hands.

"No way..." She tried to convince herself, but everything seemed real, and not a dream.

"They don't even have internet yet." She quietly wailed to herself, feeling mad and sad at the same time.