OBS: Often the protagonist refers to Milo as if he were another person, but keep in mind that this is because he often disassociates some facts from himself because there are things that are his quirks and there are things that came to this body as a type of muscle memory.
Like the fear of the dark, or some quirk that the protagonist didn't have in the other life.
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I had a cool name, my name was Floyd, I had finished high school, I had the perfect job, I worked at home as a translator of literary works, or documentaries, I didn't have to interact with many people, at most I spoke with 5 people on my work and i was very recognized in my work...today, i'm fucked up, in a fucked up world that i didn't want to be in.
Welcome to my amazing new life as Ismael Milo, the normal, basic guy that every book has.
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If I happened to be in a relationship with writing, it would be an abusive relationship, it's like this, I write, write, write and write again, putting all my frustrations in the words, in my sheets that are torn with each displeasure transcribed to that piece of compressed paper, then I vomit, I vomit words, thoughts and attacks on my writing, I vomit until I can't take it anymore, I use and abuse it, then I throw it down the toilet like an ungrateful, in fact, I have a toxic and abusive relationship with myself Even from the moment I wake up until the moment I go to sleep, it's always like this, every day of this fucking life.
And that's exactly what I'm doing, being toxic with my homework sheets, the formulas just don't enter my head and I need it ready to hand in class this morning and it's only 2 hours before class starts and I haven't even taken mine coffee yet.
-Milo. I'm going to be late for class, it's an hour and a half walking from here to your school. Marta warns, leaning over me to see what I was writing.
-Don't tell me mom, I didn't even realize I was late, if it wasn't for you I wouldn't even notice. I scoff starting to hurry up even more in writing the runes.
Marta sighs leaving the kitchen and leaving me alone, I turn around for a moment to follow her steps and I glance at a window and well said be that glance, because I realized I'm FUCKING LATE AND IT'S RAINING, DAMN MAIN STREET IT'S GOING TO FLOOD, FUCK, FUCK, DISGRACE OF LIFE.
Milo, an 18 year old boy, there is nothing unusual or different about him, his grades are average, intelligence also average, average magic of an average attribute, appearance not so ugly, not so beautiful, normal height, this very moment running like a madman through the muddy field getting his mud shoes dirty, I don't even know why I still try to run, I'll definitely be late even if I run, I'll be at least second class, fuck, fuck, I live too ON A HILL IN THE FOREST AWAY FROM TOWN, if I didn't fuck up in life I'd be a lucky bitch, I just fuck the fuck up.
Talking more about the prestigious school where I enjoy myself every morning, there are a lot of remarkable people, but there are also a lot of idiots and dull people in the school too, if it sounds cliché, but the ones that really stand out have some strong trait, be it the sense of judgment, whether it's extroversion, beauty inside or outside, aptitude for something, something that Milo and many young people his age don't have, or choose not to have, I don't think it's good to be a class representative, this occupation is just a problem and time extra to do at school, but of course, he (I) is not (I'm) a zero who doesn't do anything right, he's even good at cooking and took flute lessons from 6 to 15 years old, but he didn't he's Buddy Ballastro from the bakery and not Johann Joachim Quantz from the flute, he's just Milo, a boy who cooks delicious food and plays the flute when he doesn't have anything to do.
But it's not just because Milo in the story didn't have a built personality that I don't have one, I lived for 34 years in my old body, it gave me a lot of experiences and personality, is my personality good? no, but I have a personality at least, I even have my own mottos, I have two of my life mottos:
1-"Money doesn't buy happiness, that's a fact, but it helps you to have a dignified and happy life".
2-"Indeed, love has nothing to do with money or material goods, but we are not only guided by the love in our hearts".
And as much as I have strong and well-implanted thoughts in my mind, I'm not the type of person who goes around talking about my own ego, alter ego, or psyche to everyone, the worst type of person is the one who can talk for hours with you, but in the end you will always feel like you don't know anything about her, that person you spent hours talking to didn't tell you anything really important about her, the main reason I'm like this is because I don't really want to know how you are doing , I don't want to give you the opening to create bonds, or any kind of bond in common, because it's only you bond with someone that problems arise and I don't want problems, I don't want to be wearing myself out maneuvering words and problems so that they feel comfortable, I have more to do than care about bonds and bonds.
Milo's body has the earth attribute earth attribute in his core magic, even though I haven't done the attribute test yet I know this by having read the plot and know the most frequent personality of the type of person who uses this attribute? of being closed off, quiet, scattered and not very relatable, so I think even that influences my not very associable personality.
He, or rather, I now have a father, a mother, an uncle, two cousins, and an older brother, it has been 10 years since I transmigrated and with that I noticed that in general they all have a normal relationship, but they are not a big happy family and they're not a sad family either, they're just people, everyday people who can pass by your side and you don't even really realize they existed and it's okay if you don't realize, possibly they don't participate in any direct route of your future.
Then I realized it's not like the books say it is, it's weird you wake up in a foreign body and you don't have that immediate detachment about your past life, or that cliché phrase "This time I'll live a peaceful life", there's no such thing, you you find everything strange, the touch, the hug, the smell, the voice, the way you talk, the way people act and your mind gets confused, you have the mind of an adult and a child's body out of nowhere and for some That's why your emotions are on edge and you start to have a different fear...today I'm afraid to sleep in totally dark places, probably because I got used to the lighthouse, the lighthouse that always lights up.
I feel my shoe sink into a puddle of mud and I hit the ground with everything... I must surrender and just let the teachers miss me, I didn't even notice this puddle.
But you know what won't go unnoticed by me today? That today is a rainy Monday, the smell of grass and wet earth fills the streets, it was a damp, earthy smell, it is difficult to describe the smell of wet earth, it is something unique, the smell of wet earth has the smell of wet earth, a familiar, damp smell, but sometimes it's cold and it's cozy in every way for me, the smell is so strong that it's irritating, it gives me a headache sometimes, especially bearing in mind that I live in the middle of a clearing in a region that rains every night, the rain is a blessing, I have no doubts, but it is a blessing that makes my nose burn and that's because it's neither autumn nor winter, in winter the city gets to enlarge sometimes , even though it is a high city, built on Mount Fervor.
Ahhh..Mount Fervor, a mountain founded from the bones of ancient warriors, a beautiful, big hill, with a giant lake, 1500 meters deep around it, flowers, trees and animals of all kinds, the city of fireflies, where the lights never go out at night. Every night the townspeople release hot air balloons to help the stars shine so they never get tired and their beautiful glow fades, but the real star in my eyes is the lighthouse that is seen from my window.
The bright is the beacon that lights my room all night, as the light from the beacon enters my room I feel the beacon in my eyes, mind and heart rise together, feel the vines in my lung creep towards that light . One day the light was turned off, I think the contained sun somehow went out, that was the only day I didn't sleep, no matter how many hours passed in my room, I couldn't, no matter how tired I was, Milo didn't sleep, his mother went to his room and turned on a lighthouse-shaped lamp, even so, I couldn't sleep, the light was strong, but too small for me and the vines, I couldn't sleep.
Hell is in those who have insomnia and don't sleep, it's hell to be exhausted, tired, exhausted and not able to rest, the next day I had a biology test, I don't remember anything from that day and I only found out that there was a test because from the teacher who gave it to me the following week. I got a 2, the test was worth a 20, the only thing I remember about that day was that the lighthouse was fixed and I slept for 12 hours straight, I never felt so good.
Today is a rainy day, a rainy Monday, I climb the hill that leads to the center, my shoes are wet and dirty with dirt, I've been walking for a long time, my house is a little far if you stop to think about it and Milo gets tired easy, very easy, I'm tired, Milo's sweat sweat mixes with the rain. Have you ever noticed that no one can see straight when it rains a lot? The water falls and falls through your eyes, running down your face and blurs everything, I should have listened to my mother and gone out with the raincoat, it's too wet today, the humidity reminds me of my greenhouse, when it rains and it gets wet feel like a jade flower growing in a greenhouse, humidity is irritating, irritating and unsettling, i always feel this way on days like these, rainy, rain monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday and sunday are things that I hate, irritate.
Who knew that Milo's body is so irritating ??, but I know I need the rain for it to water my vegetable garden and my garden, my beautiful flower bed is full of flowering Jamins and my "Bleed of water" it has grown a lot, it is a tree that can reach from 3 to 15 meters, its fruit can be used I made medicines, but if you almost get your fruit you can die in 15 days, a week ago I built a fence around it to protect the animals that sometimes unintentionally eat their fruits and lay outsiders.
It's dark here downtown, the streetlights are on, even though it's 8 am, the lighthouse was on, I wish I was in my house, in my room, my heart needs the lighthouse to guide it, damn it, on days like these It's the most disconnected days for my mind and body, all due to my soul, I'm my soul, but I'm not my body, I was someone other than Milo, I was, I was a farmer, I remember my other life, I was a farmer, I had a sick mother, a brutish and lay father, a younger sister who wanted to be a doctor, I had a life marked by drought, sweat, tears and in my house there was no electricity, when it got dark because of from the pollution that reached the countryside, you couldn't see the moon or stars, it was dark, I didn't have a lighthouse to light up my room.
Again I'm stuck in regretful ramblings, it's not worth remembering the dark, I have a light now, it's not worth it, it never was, but I wonder how my mother is, my first mother, the mother who was the first when I called her mother, is she still sick, or has she died? did my sister become a doctor, or did she remain mediocre? my beloved Pandora, does she miss me? miss her father? who took her for a walk every Saturday and Sunday? and my love, my life, my Sall? did he put another one in my place? Does he call another "my life" like he used to call me? I didn't want to be here... I had a life and a family there, I had my two loves in that life, here... I don't even try to have a bond, my Sall was so beautiful.