I'm not cut out to be the heroine

Prologue in which an angry girl talks to herself

A young girl relaxed on her bed and gazed intensely at the screen of her phone. Her eyes darted quickly across the screen as she scrolled. Suddenly, she stopped and her gaze darkened. She clenched her phone tightly and then flung it onto her bed, it bounced lightly and rolled a little. "That...line."

She was referring to the line "you're interesting".

"Interesting,Interesting,INTERESTING?!!!?"

"Is that all..is that all those brain-dead male leads can say?!" She let out a sigh and began to breathe deeply.  "It's okay, it's gonna be okay, just breathe..." she jumped up from her bed and began to pace around the room. "Grrrr...I can't stand it, not anymore, not anymore!" She muttered to herself and shook her hands in anger. 

"Am I overreacting? Yes. "

"But...but every one, every one of them, I can't anymore!"

After pacing around for a while she sat back down and continued to read the story.  

And after a few more hours she settled down and fell asleep.

...hmmm ?

Something is ... wrong???????? 

I looked around and I saw an, an unfamiliar ceiling????????????? 

I grasped the sheets in my hands, my unfamiliar hands. Slowly I lifted up my hand and examined it. It was a pale hand, smaller than my hand and the fingernails were longer than I remembered . A cold sweat dripped from my forehead. I gulped and could feel dread rising within me. 

My unfamiliar hand went to my hair, it was soft and fluffy and blonde. Blonde? Curly? My hair was brown and straight. I looked down, a slim, small,flat-chested body-a body that wasn't mine. 

"No...no I didn't, it's  impossible."  My words, they were odd. They  definitely weren't  English , but I could understand them perfectly.

Did I transmigrate?! 

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