Quick Transmigration: Falling into the Trap of the Villainous Side Character

Back stage: The Beginning of the End

Do you know that feeling where everything seemed like a blissful beginning to a beautiful start to a new day? 

Yeah...

Me neither. 

My legs are dying. 

My people are gone, and the spaghetti has gone down the fucking drain. 

Honestly, everything felt like a dream.

The supposed "system" 

whatever the hell that means... 

The story plots that I have to follow...

Becoming a random person with an ill destiny...

This fate seems almost supernatural, yet now this sudden burden of crap strangely feels peaceful.  All I know was that a cloud was surrounding me.

As I opened my eyes, I saw mocha-colored hands. This isn't me.

I got up from the squishy bed, and a mass of pink surrounded me. Great, I must be in hell. The fancy-pancy bed was in the middle-end of the room and was the centerpiece to this princess theme. There was an oak wood desk in front of the bed with a swirly chair right behind it. As I looked to the side, a large golden mirror with an unfamiliar reflection stared backed at me.  

The mirror displayed a beautiful mixed girl with starling blue eyes and unmanageable curly hair.

What the fu-

Processing memories

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A painful headache splinted the two hemispheres of my brain.

Holy crud nuggets. 

The realization of being someone crashed into me like a sprawling truck. 

Amelia... 

a name that sounded so unfamiliar yet so intimate. 

She was me and I was her. 

Unfamiliar memories clouded my system. 

A golden hair boy could be'

Amelia Scott... 

"So, do I get any help in these missions?"

You get a copy of the original manuscript but just remember. There are always consequences to your actions.

" Consequences to my actions...Also, aren't I suppose to be a good actor in this little play?"

The System would automatically tell you each side quest, new information discovered, and when you finish, leave the world. 

"Great, what do I do without you."

No Response

"I'm alone, in a strange ass world."

Amelia got out of her bed and walked towards the mahogany door. Her hand was placed on the cold metal golden knob, and she turned it, opening the door that met with a hall way.

She walked towards the large opening to the side and found the kitchen. Realizing that this is her apartment she continued on with her day brushing, washing, cooking, and so on.

Amelia is now 19 years old in her sophomore year of college before she met the mess that ruined her life. 

Before she re-met her childhood fried

Before loved had fooled the girl relentlessly

And now an unknown specimen is invading her own soul, thoughts, and memories claiming it as their own.

The said unknown specimen felt sad for her soul, she is forcing Amelia's choices.

Yet the unknown soul is Amelia and Amelia is her.

I walked out of the apartment with a striped blue-button downed blouse and jeans favoring her small legs.

oh the joy of being short

Amelia had looked through her own memories and continued to her car. She then drove to the campus, keeping a low profile of herself.

She got out of the car and continued her way towards campus. Her day would have been peaceful...unless it was a third rate story world that kept her from being a mob character

Sadly, she had terrible luck.