I had finished my food when I heard someone.
''Dear, I'm coming inside.''
My father knocked on the door and walked in. He sat next to me on the soft sofa.
''I am here to talk more to you.'' He said with a gentle smile. I smiled back.
''Yes, what is it that you need, father?''
He chuckled at my polite answer.
''You don't have to be so formal with me. Call me papa.''
I also chuckled at his answer.
''Papa.''
''There you go. That's my daughter.'' He hugged me and smiled.
'Is this what loving parents feel like?'
In my past, my parents were extremely disappointed in me being a girl. They wanted a boy and treated me like one. I played tough sports, studied extremely hard, worked 2 part time jobs. They screamed at me and pressured me. I hated them and they hated me.
I always wanted to escape them, but never expected it to end like this. I was still grateful though.
''Now, like I told you, you need to get ready for the Rendell entrance exam.''
''Yes fa- papa.'' I smiled.
This world was basically a 'copy' of Earth. Almost everything was the same cellphones, cars, television, etc. It was basically living once again. I got to live freely and had an amazing advantage: knowledge.
All of the strict lessons and studying finally got me somewhere!
With this, I would surely be considered a genius for my age. I would pass school like a breeze. One less worry for my list of worries.
''Yes, papa. I will study hard with my tutor.''
I declared to him.
''You only need to enter the school, dear. You don't have to worry about your grades. Your brother is the one to worry.I can always get you into a good university.''
'Right, grades don't really matter to them that much because I'm not the heir. You can always get anywhere by being rich too.'
''That's alright papa.''
I really did not want to be lazy and get bad grades. Besides, I was planning to be good and friendly. Grades could be considered a good aspect, right?
All of those years of suffering would go to a waste too. I at least wanted to do something useful with all of the stress I went through.
''It's a pleasure to hear.'' A smile appeared on his face. ''The tutor will come tomorrow at 10. She's friendly and comes from a good family.''
I nodded.
Today was a Friday in July. The school entrance exam would soon take place. I needed to get a good score.
''I'm glad that's fine with you.''
He stood up and started walking towards the door.
'He's already leaving? Right, he must have work to do.'
''Tomorrow I'll introduce you to the tutor.'' He smiled and closed the door.
After him, a maid walked in and took my plates away.
''Thank you.''
She nodded and left.
After I realized I was alone, I decided to take the notebook and pen that were on the table.
''I should write the events that happened in the novel to avoid my bad ending.''
I grabbed the pen but there was a new problem. Holding the pen was harder than I thought. My hands were chubby and soft without any calluses. I needed to practice holding the pen first.
''Ughhh.'' The pen fell out of my awkward handling.
I picked it up and it fell again, and again, and again.
''Damn it!'' I cursed.
'Stupid baby hands'
I spent about 45 minutes trying to hold the pen. I got better and better each time I failed.
'Finally!'
I could hold the pen in my hand perfectly and comfortably without dropping it.
I reached for the notebook and began practicing my writing too.
Writing was somehow easier than holding the pen. It wasn't as good as my original handwriting but readable.
''Alright, now that I'm finally able to write and hold a pen, I should begin by writing some of the important details that I remember.''
1- Male lead is named Erick Masaya. He comes from the most powerful family and is considered very 'handsome' and smart.
''Handsome my ass. He seemed so entitled in the novel.''
2- Erick is easily annoyed by his 'fans'. They follow him in school and have a crush on him.
''Of course, I'm not going to be one of them.''
3- He has a best friend who is also considered handsome and smart. Both are very close and similar.
''Yeah, similar in personality. He was deceiving to me.''
4- Both are considered the best boys in the whole school.
I looked at my small list and thought. ''I think I have written the most important details about them. I should also write about 'me'.''
5- Felicia is one of the girls who has the most power in the school.
''Yep, and in the novel she took advantage of it.''
6- She also has most of the girls (and some boys) supporting her in school.
7- Was pretty much useless without any talent apart from looks.
''I'll make sure to change that.''
All that writing at my age made a little tired, so I decided to stop.
Before, I was used to writing huge essays reports for school. Now, you're telling me I can't write a simple list?
I laid back on the sofa and let out a sigh.
''Being small sucks. I can't do anything.''
I noticed my left hand itched and began to scratch it.
''Now that I realize, what happened to the original me?'' I wondered.
''Did I die? Or am I just in a vegetative state?'' Honestly, that thought scared me. But it seemed impossible. I could taste everything, smell, hear, I was actually living it.
''At least I have some sort of freedom now, don't I?'' I let out a chuckle.
''Ouch!'' I didn't realize that I had been scratching my hand for a while.
The side looked slightly red and somehow had a black tint to it.
My face changed expressions from confused, to worried.
''What? Did I stain it from the food I ate? Is it a bruise?'' I looked around but it the only thing there was the pen and the notebook.
''No way.'' I looked closer and the writing seemed to be smudged.
I decided to pick up the pencil in my right hand and it seemed so uncomfortable to hold.
''How did I not notice? I'm a little dumb.'' I said.
I also looked back to how I was eating a while ago. How I handled the knife, fork, and spoon. All with my left hand.
My final conclusion was that I was somehow left handed.
''They never mentioned this in the novel. Huh.''
I really did not think much of it, there were other things I needed to keep in mind. Being left handed was simply not one of them.
Or that was what I thought.