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Author's note: This is the very first chapter. As much as I want to update daily, I have zoom classes... I am still a student. I will publish Author's note and Chapter1, but I'm not so sure if I will be able to publish daily.

This is the very first time I am doing this so it might not be as good as other novels out there but, this is the creation that I wanted to share with the world. I hope everyone understands. It's okay if you do not add this to your library.

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In a brightly lit room, the smell of alcohol and medicine still permitted in the air. The sunlight shone from the large open window, the slight breeze made the cream-colored curtains flow like it was dancing. The potted plants and flowers in each corner made the plain white room look more radiant and colorful.

What made it look even more picturesque is the woman laying on the bed. You could tell at a glance that she was a beauty that could make thousands of men fall at her feet.

"Please stop! I'm begging you!" The beautiful woman laying on the bed cried silently. It looked like she was having a nightmare as her brows were furrowed up in a line.

Her face went pale and her body was sweating profusely while her long fingers gripped onto the blankets. Her tears fell as she kept muttering the words 'stop' 'please don't hurt me' in her sleep.

Her eyes that were closed suddenly opened. Her hazel-brown eyes looked around with fear and caution. When she realized where she was, she sighed with relief while calming herself down.

"Thankfully it was just a nightmare, something I would love to forget in this life." I wiped the sweat on my face.

You all might be wondering what I am talking about. Well then, I hate to say this but let me tell you everything from.the.start.

To tell you the truth, this is my second life, and that I have died once. Let me first introduce myself, hi my name is Mila Josh and I am (the female lead of this story) so glad to meet all of you out there. I'm sure this isn't the first time you all heard this kind of story where after dying a horrible death you will suddenly see yourself in another body or a different world.

You might even say it's already a common thing that people read in stories.... and people will still read even though it's all the same plotline.

But NEVER, in my wildest dreams did I imagine it happening to me. EVER. I admit that my dreams are definitely supper wild but, COME ON..... can science still even answer these questions I have right now? no. I don't think so. This is definitely some news that will blow everyone's minds. KABOOM!

....Ahem*

Anyways, where was I? ah! yes. As I was saying before any of these big changes happened... my life was *sigh* well... tragic, hated to death and it became true (that is how people saw me, as I was a kid even when growing up).

And unlike those female protagonists that you mostly read in fantasy kind of novels were in their first life before their reborn, reincarnation or transmigration they would either be in the top of their classes, a boss of a big and successful company, a doctor that saved so many lives or maybe a #1 killer, a scientist that made a lot of discoveries, a tough military officer, a poison master, a woman with a lot of fighting spirit..... me? The complete opposite.

(of course I'm just kidding. I would never even thought/imagine that I would even be one of those persons that I mentioned.)

It's fun having to experience this kind of once-in-a-lifetime opportunity but, can't you at least wait till I made a big achievement in my life before deciding to kill me? Do you want me to stop believing in God? Do you want me to hate you author?

I understand that you want to make a good story out of this predicament. You made me lose face in front of the readers! that is totally unfair since you control everything... Don't you even say that your God cause, I won't believe you.

(I'm just kidding of course, I'm so overdramatic)

At least give me cheats! that is how you compensate me author or I will not help you to gather readers. I won't hate you or badmouth you in front of them (secretly of course).

Hey author! It's so nice to see you again. Isn't the weather so nice today?

Author.....

.....Author!!

Author: "Fine, you win. You will get what you want, but I won't help you after that. What happens next is not my problem."

Of course, of course! I understand. Thank you so much, your the best!

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Like I was saying, I was born in a normal family... kinda. I guess I can say my parents aren't really the best when it comes to taking care of their one and only child... that's me. They tend to... they neglected me. The reason for this is because they didn't really expect me to come. In short, they didn't want me... (I should thank them for being this way. If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be here today) but since it already happened they just went with the flow.

When mother was still a few weeks pregnant with me, she would always eat food that was not allowed for her to eat as it would affect me. She would always tire herself and work day and night... I'm pretty sure she did all these things just so I would unexpectedly die before I was even born.

Their plan didn't work though.

One day father found mother suddenly unconscious on the bathroom floor in our house, blood flowing down her legs. They immediately went to the hospital, waiting for the good news that the doctor would give. Sadly, it did not happen as I was such a strong baby girl and kept holding on. So they went home with silent tears.

Time went by quickly and before anyone knew, I was finally born. A healthy and strong baby girl. I was never held by my parents ever since I was born, given to a nanny to be taken care of instead. Of course, being the child that I was, I became sad. I think the only good thing I got from this is me being naturally mature despite my age, except for the times I was a bit childish.

After mother was out of the hospital, the first thing they did was give mammy Kristy (the nanny taking care of me) some money. The exact words they said were 'Here you go. Take care of THAT for us, will you? don't worry about money as we will provide it.' and went away as soon as possible, like they were being chased by a ghost.

Mammy Kristy was a woman in her mid40s and lived alone in a two-room apartment. She originally had a family of her own but sadly, they died 10 years ago in a traffic accident, and only she survived. She knew she was all alone so she decided to take care of me and treated me like her own daughter. Each day that I spend with her was the best, as I felt love and care from a family (those days were good times). I would sometimes miss mother and father (sometimes only).

When I was a child, reading books became my hobby. Mammy would always bring me to the library just to borrow books. Being the mature girl that I am, playing with other children my age became very boring for me.

Mammy Kristy was often worried about me ever having friends so, she would get me playmates or would either bring me to their house instead to play. That didn't work as I was always found in the corner reading a book.

At first, they thought it was normal since they thought I was only curious and not actually reading it. But they changed their minds when they saw me reading another book much thicker than the first, they would even ask me what the book was all about.

They were so interested in the fact that I, was such a smart child and that my parents would really regret not being by my side and taking care of me. At first, they thought I was mammy's daughter, but soon found out about my situation and even pity me.

One of mammy's friends who is a teacher help me in studying, as she thought that I had potential and is a genius. We would always go to her house to study. Every time I would answer questions that were grades higher than what I was supposed to learn, she would either be surprised or amazed. So when mammy offered to pay for the teacher's service, she declined and said she was more than glad to teach a student who has a bright future.

Of course, everything doesn't always stay the same, it's not always happy each day.

At the age of 56, mammy Kristy died of lung cancer... at the stage where it was already too late to cure. I'm sure she knew her illness even before she took care of me, as she would always disagree with me when it comes to going to the hospital to have a check-up. She always says she's fine but, I knew she really wasn't. I didn't force her, but It made me sad thinking that one day I would wake up and she's... already gone.

She was the only person who cared and loved me, the only person who gave me hope and guided me every step of the way. I would always imagine how I would react when that day comes, and I can tell you, it is so difficult. My heart ached so bad, I couldn't breathe very well.

Growing up alone in mammy Kristy's apartment, I would feel a bit lonely. But I had to move forward again since I promised Mammy that I would continue studying and work hard. And I did.

At the age of ten, I graduated in seventh grade at the top of the class. And it continued until I was fifteen and graduated in 12th grade. One of my teachers asked me what course in college, I would take in the future. I told him that I wanted to take each and every course there is, he just laughed and said it was a very good dream. But I didn't want it to be a dream... I wanted it to be reality. (it did happen though, and oh where they so shocked)

(Mila: Hello readers. Please forgive me for being so boring... but I hope everyone enjoyed.)

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Author: The story might be confusing now, but everyone will be able to understand in the future.

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But seriously, I'm such a mess... even my writing is a mess.