《"I woke up in...uh, am I a Murci ?!"》Chapter 24
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....Bostezo....
........ Yawn.....
Huh?
Where am I?
I feel pretty good and not tired.
I have a hard time opening my eyes.
I can barely see.
What happened?
I don't remember what I was doing before.
I yawn again.
I feel great, no doubt, but...
My stomach is rumbling like a dragon's.
Dragon?
Hehehehe...I'm really hungry.
My throat is super dry, I feel like I'm in a desert.
I had a completely weird dream, I was in a cave and I had been reincarnated as a bat and in a world where there was magic.
....
Is this the side effect of being a gaming vixen?
Uh...it's making me sick to stay up late playing games.
Mmmm... Why do I have my head on the study bench at my school?!.
Wait...what am I doing here?!.
....
"No way!!!!!"
"I'm screwed!!!!"
"I'm screwed!!!!!"
"I fell asleep in class!!!!!"
Uh...I forgot I'm not the only one in the school.
"I have to leave fast!!!"
" I have to leave before I run into them, I don't want those bitches to start bothering me."
I lift my head up from the study bench.
"Huh."
"There's no one on the course, it's all empty and completely clean and quiet. It looks like a funeral because of how clean it is."
How weird?
I put my hand to my chin.
I'm sure those bitches would have taken advantage of me if they'd seen me asleep in class.
What's more, the teachers were supposed to have woken me up.
Something weird is definitely going on.
What surprises me the most is how quiet it is.
Eeehhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!
Did I just sleep through the night at school?!
No, that's impossible, otherwise I wouldn't be in the daytime.
Yes, I'm definitely a moron for thinking it was nighttime, when I can perfectly see the sunlight coming through the big windows on the second floor.
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If it hadn't been for those bitches forcing me to switch from the place I liked, i.e. the window side, I would be enjoying the beautiful views of the second floor I'm on.
"Ah...it's all so quiet, I forget that this is the place I hate most in the whole world."
"It would be nice if this course didn't have those damn girls."
"Maybe I would have had a beautiful school life if it wasn't for them."
I say a little sadly.
"...Mmmmmmmmmm..."
"I don't think anyone is going to say anything to me because I go near the window for a while right?"
...
"Naaa...there's no one and if no one sees me, then no one knows...Hehehehehehehe."
I get up from my study bench and head towards the window.
Later I'll check the time, as I'm not even aware of what time it is.
What's more, I'm very lost in every way.
I feel strange and very hungry and thirsty.
...
"Kyaaaaaaa."
....Ay...Ay...Ay...Ay...Ay....
I hit my knee on the bench, I miscalculated.
I feel weird walking and like this is not my body.
It's the first time I've ever felt anything like this.
Oh?
What are those noises?
It sounds like a lot of shuffling and several footsteps but it's not coming from inside, it's coming from outside.
Don't tell me it's all the kids coming into the school?!
I run to the window.
I hope it's just my imagination.
Ah what a beautiful view you can see from this classroom and second floor.
A city full of trees.
The buildings look beautiful from here.
....
So that's where the commotion was coming from.
There are several people entering the school through the front door, but the weird thing is that they are not kids my age.
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Most of the people coming in are older and many are accompanied by young children, so I don't think all those people have anything to do with the students or rather, they are relatives of the students.
Uhhhh....I'm capable of coming to school on a Saturday and falling asleep...I'm a hopeless moron.
...Mmmm...
However, the odd thing is that they are all wearing all-black dresses and accessories, as if it were a funeral or a cult.
It would be weird for a cult to gather at school on Saturdays.
Well, I don't even know if today is Saturday...haha.
Seriously speaking....
This whole thing is weird and my stomach is about to explode from the hunger and thirst I have.
I'd better go downstairs and get out of school.
Yeah, that's for the best.
Wait a minute!!!
I know those people, they are my family.
Aaahhhh....My family is part of a cult and the worst thing is that they didn't invite me!
Hehehehehe...My little sister is just as cute as ever, I would eat her if she wasn't my family.
Eat her?
Mmmmm...
I don't know why I said that, but ok.
It's true that I don't talk much to my parents and my sister, but it's not that I don't love them.
I'm going to say hi to them, I don't think they'll be mad because I woke up at school' or so I think....je...heh...hehehehe.
I say to myself between very low chuckles.
"ERIKA!!!!"
I yell to my sister so she hears me, otherwise she won't see me.
She turns her neck and looks at me with that beautiful white gorgeous face.
Her short black hair is beautiful.
She looks surprised.
It was to be expected that she would be surprised to see me at school.
-CONTINUE-
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8 145The Paths of Magick
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8 214Ode to Freud
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8 165Her tutor
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