Playing Along [inazuma eleven go fanfiction]

Chapter 8 [Her Parents]

Wazzup ya'll it's me ya boi, I'm just here to say hi

Hi! 😂

Might have some wrong spellings or grammar. I'll just edit them out
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Reader's pov

The sound of the water gushing from the faucet as it hits the bowls and pans of the kitchen sink surrounds the room

Of course it's only right for the daughter of a hardworking mother to clean the dishes. I'm not the biggest fan of cores, but if this can make mom feel relaxed then it's worth it. 

"you sure you don't need any help?" she asked.

"no, no mom just relax and um. Watch some tv! Yeah" I looked back and winked at her before returning my attention to the dirty dishes.

"ha ha alright sweetie" the tapping sound of her slippers was heard as she walks to the living room

I grabbed another bowl and squeezed the sponge, making it more bubbly. As i scrubbed the bowl, I thought about the memories I've seen so far.

I remember some recent events but...what she did before I woke up as her...it's weird....because it's blurry.

My head starts spinning when I try to think about it, the longer I force myself to remember I would feel nauseous like I'm about to throw up. So I immediately stopped before I could

I always wondered, what happened to the original Sumire? I know there should some explanation why I'm her right now

Could it be.....

That we....

.... Switched souls?? I mean, I've read a number of Web novels that has those plots so It's a possibility right? Or maybe I did die in my sleep, but if so, what happened to Sumire? This was all too random, I can't see any patterns to why I'm here in her place.

If this is the same 'coma theory' in Pokémon I'm gonna be so pissed, if I could still remember all of this when I wake up.

Still

........ I hope you're doing alright Sume, where ever you are. And I hope you won't resent me for having what's yours

After doing the dishes and taking a nice, hot, bath I got ready for bed.

"..........." I stared at the ceiling. I thought about how plane this room is. And how i want to put those neon stars you stick on the wall. That'd be nice. My eyelids slowly got heavy, and before i knew it. I fell asleep

The next day...

"morning sunshine!" a voice greeted as i hear the sound of the curtains being drawn. It was dawn, so not much light filled the room, but her voice was enough to wake me up.  I rubbed by eyes and did a few stretches before sitting up.

I yawned, my eyes a little teary