Chapter 2 Happy Homes Orphanage

The door suddenly swung open and I had to jump back to avoid getting smacked in the face.

"Hello? Do you hear me calling you?" A pudgy black man with a buzz cut and a green knit sweater huffed at me.

"Uhhh... Sorry, I just woke up," I improvised. Well not really, cause that was kinda the truth.

"I said," he repeated, clearly annoyed, "Your bio-parents sent a car and it's going to be here in less than an hour. Make sure you have everything packed and ready."

"Okay." I nodded as if I understood what the hell was going on.

Bio-parents? They were dead. They died in a car accident when I was just a baby. That's why I grew up in the group home.

Wait! He must be talking about the girl in the mirror's parents.

He turned around to leave and I saw the back of his sweater. On it were the words Happy Homes Orphanage embroidered in rainbow colored block letters.

Wait, why was that so familiar?

Oh! My book! The book I was reading! The main character was the biological daughter of the Carlisle Family, a wealthy family in the fictional country's Capitol City. She was brought home by her bio-parents where she was humiliated and treated like dirt by the sister her parents adopted to replace her, and the four older brothers who doted on her.

The entire book was the poor main character trying and failing to please her wealthy family and getting ignored, framed, and walked all over instead. In the end, she wound up becoming a famous doctor and finally earning her family's attention and care after saving their lives in a car accident.

I remembered reading through it twice because I couldn't believe how stupid the ending was. I assumed I had to have missed some subtext somewhere, but it didn't appear to be the case. The whole thing just kept making me mad because no matter what, the female lead never spoke up or defended herself when it really mattered. She wound up forgiving her family that treated her like trash and all it took was a stupid apology.

Not to mention the male lead was a self obsessed jerk who didn't actually like her. He only liked how obsessed with him she was. She had fallen in love with him at first sight, even though he considered himself her adopted sister's fiance at the time. To compete with her, she flattered him everywhere and would bend over backwards for him, just like she did with the rest of her family. Eventually it worked and he dumped the sister and married the female lead.

I had only picked the book because the main character had the same name as me and she was also an orphan. The synopsis insisted it had strong family values. As a person who never had a family, I'll admit it intrigued me. I never expected those values to be: People can treat you like dirt and as long as you have the same last name, they should be allowed to get away with it.

So, that means after dying I somehow transmigrated into the book I was reading? And now, I was forced to live the life of this body's original owner?

Yeah, that's a no for me.

There's no way I was going to let that happen. I went back over to the bed I climbed out of and realized that all of my things had been packed already. Great. Now I just needed to get the hell out of here. I grabbed the suitcase handle, but froze as I had a sudden realization.

I live in the fictional world of the book now. If this was the beginning of the book, I was only 16, not 20 like in real life. If I ran away, they could just call the police and drag me back anyways. Crap! That meant no matter what, I was going to be stuck with the Carlisle Family.

I huffed in frustration, then kicked my suitcase. Ok, ow. That kinda hurt. Not doing that again.

I just needed to think. If I could come up with a gameplan of how to survive the next few years without being treated like the original owner, then everything should be fine. I didn't care about winning family affection or even approval. I just wanted to be treated with some damn respect.

Ok. Think think think...