Do you ever wish you were living in a romance novel? The ones were the female leads are the definition of perfect. And her male lead? Maxed out in all aspects: looks, smarts, physique...
I did too.
I fell into an endless rabbit hole of Mary Sue novels, all with roughly the same plot and characters. Interest would be an understatement to describe my opinion on them. A more accurate term would be obsessed.
Yes, that's right. My obsession was so big in fact, I would -without even trying- read more than ten of these novels in the span of just over a week. So much in fact, every character's names skipped passed my head and only the plots would stick.
However, this was all just a phase...from when I was thirteen!! That was three years ago!
If I'd known I'd be in this situation, I would have paid more attention to their stupid names and backstory!
But alas, there's nothing I can do anymore. Nothing I can do to change the current outcome.
"What's done is done..." I tell myself.
I start looking around me, taking in my new surroundings and quietly observing them.
With the tables arranged in rows, a black board at the front of the room and kids likely around my age in dark blue uniform, it wasn't difficult to deduct that I was currently inside a classroom. Upon further inspection, a small figure catches my eye.
"Ah yes, the trademark for all these novels" I think to myself.
The eye-catching character that made me realise where I was with one single glance.
The female lead.
She had a small frame, short and skinny. Long, luscious locks of hair that turn from black to a chestnut brown in sunlight. Furthermore, her beauty rivalled almost none. I don't know how else to describe her facial features other than the fact that they remind me of a bunny. It gave off a young, cute impression- easily approachable and extremely sweet. Honestly, looking at her for the first time almost blinded me- literally. She had some sort of halo behind her which would shine ridiculously bright. Everyone looked at her in awe, but when I first saw her, I instinctively shut my eyes tight, in fear I could go blind.
Snapping back to reality, I give out a dejected sigh.
"I want to go back home..." I think to myself.
Reading about those romantic scenes seemed so poetic and touching at the time, but just the idea of having to watch it in person second hand? Eughh...even thinking about it was enough to send shivers up my whole body.