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An Author's Own Transmigrating Character

What happens when someone transmigrates into a book just to realize that they were a character all along who just happened to be reborn in a different book made by the same author. Find out how the female lead navigates her life in a plot that not everything is as it seems. * Picture does not belong to me. I got it from Pinterest* -Credits belongs to @viscerae-

betuwanna · Urban
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Road to Discovery

I noticed the house was quiet as I walked in.

"Ah, you... How are you here" My attention was drawn by a maid talking with a confused expression? I am guessing she didn't know I was coming, But why, The doctor had called to inform the House. The Housemaid probably didn't bother to inform the house. Useless employees

"I was driven here" I answered with a blank face. "Where are Mother and Father"

She blushed while replying "They are accompanying Young Miss to register for school"

Young Miss... Huh... I was never called that... Ah, the disrespect, The past me who cared would have definitely been angry and scolded her, but I didn't care any more. In the end, they are all characters written by a person who seemed to really hate my character. Although I thought all that I still wanted to smack her.

Hmm... It would seem My Character settings still has a little effect on me. Holding the urge in, I excused her and walked up the stairs towards my room.

After entering the room, I closed the door and looked around. It looked very different from my world typical room Instead it was like any typical girl room of the Modern times except bigger, better and with more expensive things as decoration which I knew from my times browsing the Internet which I must say was a wonderful creation as it was no longer necessary for me to sneak into a library to acquire knowledge.

I took the chance to explore and refresh my memory of the room by walking around. It had a Queen sized bed with comfortable-looking blankets. The walls were painted with a lilac colour with hints of dark purple, There was a walk-in closet and a huge bathroom.

The sidewall with my table was filled with motivational stickers and some makeup ideas.

It was exactly how I left it except cleaner, At least they do their jobs, "I thought while walking to the bathroom to wash up. After washing up, I walked into the closet and examined the clothes.

The closet had different parts that housed different styles of clothes. I found the character Me to have had a good choice of clothing with the Knowledge I gathered from the internet on what was considered good. I dressed in pink overall pyjamas and walked up to the table.

Talking out an empty book, I started writing down all I could remember from the plot and my past life. I noted down the important part such as how I would die, who I should avoid, and the male and female leads. And began strategizing as writing down the plot helped me better organize the timeline of the plot.

I couldn't be sure that I would remember forever, and to be honest, I was a little afraid to suddenly wake up one day with no idea that I was a character and end up dying over a man who cared little for me. I wasn't exactly afraid of death per se, It had happened to me once and although the process was painful, the end was peaceful and free.

But I didn't want to die without discovering myself. What was I outside of the jealous and foolish love interest of the male lead, what did I like to do, or eat or drink. Was I a coffee or a tea girl? I wanted to explore the world and myself.

Who was I? Who was I separated from being a daughter, a friend, the stupid miss of the Quinn, and most importantly without my love for Aron. What do I want? What do I really want? I didn't know, but I want to find out and luckily for me, women weren't constrained much in this world.

*Behind the scenes*

Hmm, I snort while watching her walk away. She still thinks she is the Young Miss of the House. I can't wait for her Ignorant expression to fall.

" What are you doing standing there, get back to work" A lady dressed in a blue Maid outfit signally her status among the maids screeched out

"Apologies, Miss Claudia," I said while walking away to continue my duties.

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