Prologue

<I've always found time deceitful in human eyes. Time is fleeting, like a blank piece of paper. Written with marks of action. Then creates a story.>

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Rosanna's P. O. V:

Disappointed.

Gravely disappointed. As I stared at the novel I just finished reading.

With a little sigh, I went on another bout of searching for promising novels.

The sound of 'click-clack' bringing noise to the otherwise quiet room, in response to my furious search.

'Insanely pampered...' eliminated.

'bad boy' eliminated.

'nerd' eliminated.

'ruthless alpha' eliminated.

As quickly as I clicked on a novel, as quickly as I cancelled it.

For goodness sake! Show me a novel where I can find a not so cliché protagonist?!

No, I take that back. Give me protagonists who have life rather than fiction filled skulls.

Fighting the urge to pull my hair from my scalp, I huffed before collapsing on my comfortable chair.

Sinking into the warmth and marveling at the painful sound of cracking bones.

It's funny how it's difficult to do an assignment for three hours much less one of over five- six hours. But here I am, reading novels so easily and the passage of time seeming like a mirage.

So I say, it's just a matter of passion and will. I can ascertain if I'd have this much thrill in work, I'd take a blast far more than where I am now.

The pains in my joints jolting me out of my thoughts as I stretched.

"Daym, how long did I read for?" I hissed glancing at the time on my device. Confirming my assumptions.

Unsurprisingly, this is what you get for staying up all night reading a novel.

Wait, all night?! D-did I just see 5:59am...?

The beeping of my alarm clock came crashing on me like a tragedy.

The glaring red light flashing from the other side of the room showing; 6:00AM.

Awwwwn I have school to go to! And first day of class at that! Could this get any worse?!

And yes, yes my friends, it could.

It did get more worse.

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What do you mean isekai'd? Do I look like a protagonist?