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That emoji says everything. In fact, this whole chapter can just stop there. Right there at the crying emoji. Darkness, I am surrounded by darkness, and in that darkness I see something. A person stands alone in this strange place. Long silver hair is adorned in golden ornaments, long sleeves, the universe moved across this scene rippling like fabric. Red eyes looked at me with both kindness and detachment.
"... god, is that you?"
The person smiled gently and points downward, and once I realized that I'm floating above a massive bright light, I'm sucked into it.
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A massive ceiling with long, red fabric flowing downwards from it, carvings of dragons and big cats. Soft, silky, white sheets, a large, red blanket, a room fit for a king... or a queen. Oh, hell...noooooo...
The events played before me again. The boba shop, the city bus, and the embarrassing statements I made before my mother. This room-- extravagant and regal-- is so not good. My mother has dragged me home! In moments some guy will come in to serve me, try to woo me with bedside manner, tender, love, and care. I can't handle that! Gooseflesh spread across my skin, up my arms and down my legs. I can't do it. I want to hurl! I sat up and a wave of nausea washed over me. I pushed back the feeling of bile and swung my legs around the side of the mattress. In the mirror is the cutest little one I've ever seen! An angel. I mean, seriously that smile-- or if those lips curved into a smile... right now they look a little worn out. Still, so cute! Big, blue eyes, long, blond hair that falls down to the shoulders, pale skin, slender fingers. I rested my chin on my hand, and sigh. This kid has the looks that my mom wanted me to have... I run my fingers through my hair, and drop my head low. Who the heck is this kid? Could it be my mom has managed to develop a grandchild by using her unconscious daughter's eggs and mixing it with some dude's... s..s...man eggs? I won't have to take responsibility, will I?
"Look kid, I'm not sure what you--" I paused, "Um, wait. This isn't--" I climbed out of bed and the kid does the same, we crept timidly towards each other and both of us hold up our right hand... except my right hand was small? "Ah." A shaky sound escaped my lips right around the time a loud clatter echoes from the doorway. A maid stood in the doorway-- like a real maid, not a girl in cosplay, or a staff member of our household-- she stared at me like she'd seen a ghost. I tried to think of something-- anything-- to say. I'd been anti-soical my entire life, and suddenly needing to talk to a strange maid while I'm stuck in the middle of a small life crisis in not the moment that I'll learn anything. She squealed in delight and ran off screaming about a young master. It only took a few seconds for a stampede of people tried to jam their way into the door and finally reality caught up with me. I let out a long loud, long, girlish, terrified scream you'd hear from the heroine of a horror movie sending the whole mansion into panic.
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Two people who belong in one of those dramas where the women wear corsets sat in front of me, the woman cried into a handkerchief and the man tried his best to steady her. The man's good looking. Blond hair, green eyes, tall, muscular, a gentleman. The woman has brown hair, a hazy purple iris, and snow white skin. I'd been settled back into bed and had a doctor grimly giving me check up. I tried not to look around or anything, and wondered what the heck I'm supposed to do next. Should I play it cool? Try and probe people without giving them the heads up that I had no idea who the heck they are or who I am supposed to be? I lifted my head and tried and channel some of that former secretary magic.
"Um, so this is, uh, a mansion right?" The three adults in the room looked shocked, okay maybe that wasn't the correct start. "Is there, like, a house crest..." maybe not that either, okay, probing clearly wasn't my area of expertise, "...sorry, but where am I?" The woman started to cry harder and nearly faints. This might have been a bad time to figure out my identity crisis?
"Our Everette! Our poor, poor Ever!" My ear perked up and I looked over at them in shock.
"Um, Everette?" my tiny voice managed to squeak out. The man looked heartbroken,
"Yes, that is your name. Everette Mikail LaVonche, my only son." Duke LaVonche looked at me with a heartbroken expression. Black dots danced across my vision... Darkness invaded and all I could hear is the belated
"EVER!!?"
Holy fucking shit... I'd transmigrated as the male lead of a transmigration novel...
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