A young girl with anger issues, (1)

Olivia Erem, that's what people had been calling me for the past year. It wasn't my name, no, it was the name of the girl I had...possessed? When reading transmigration stories I always wondered where the original host would be, but now I really want to know. Is she in my body, I just hope she's not dead. I hope I'm not dead, no I'm alive... I'm pretty sure. But, a coma...hmm maybe.'

My original name was Ellie cross, My life on earth wasn't particularly normal. But it's not like it was extraordinary. I lost people, had friends, and had a lot of personal issues.

I wasn't sure what was going on, why I was here, or how I was here; but I had decided to live like it was reality. Despite the fact that this was probably a dream. After all if this was a dream and I acted like a madwomen like my normal dreams then whatever, but if this was reality...

I shuddered, and grabbed my shoulders-or her shoulders. It was best not to think about it .

Olivia Erem, was a 16 year old girl who lived in a fantasy world with magic. She was an orphan picked up by the church and when her powerful magic was discovered The Royal Academy agreed to admit her as a scholarship student. Sure she had powerful magic, but it seemed to be more of a political move. Olivia would be representing the church and on a mission to make connections.

"Connections...tch"

This world it screamed cliches, it seemed exactly like an otome game, or maybe a villainess light novel. My older sister loved everything romantic, and made me read them. My best friend adored shoujo and josei and also made me read them. I didn't mind and even enjoyed a lot of them, and talking about them with my friend and sister was always fun. Of course after a while the cliches began to get on my nerves. Still it was fun to get mad at them...but I don't know if I can tolerate it in real life.

A loud knock sounded on my door, followed by a series of very loud, very aggressive knocks.

"Olivia!!!"

"Olivia open this door!"

Aaah, this could get infuriating .

I opened the door, slightly

A man wearing glasses with a stoic expression wedged his foot into the door before I could close it.

"Olivia, you're l a t e"

"Well, that was an intentional decision" I attempted to smile brightly at him, but I imagine I failed terribly.

He pushed open the door and grabbed my wrist. Pulling me into the hallway.

He walked quickly down the hallway and I followed him. "Olivia this is an important meeting, if you miss it the school might cancel the whole scholarship."

"Well, yes, but I can't stand the face of that cube-head examiner. If I have to be polite to that old sack of bones one more time I might explode"

He stopped walking and glared at me for several seconds, his lips twitched slightly and then his expression switched back to stoic. It was almost too quick to catch. Then without saying anything he continued walking .

Did he think I was joking? I'm trying to make a responsible decision here, I can't keep bottling my emotions in like this.

It was an ominous room, lit by candlelight. The examiner sat across from me, his hands were folded and his haughty atmosphere was contaminating the air.

Was there really a need to have a meeting in this place, do they really need to intimidate a young girl like this. Are they intimidating me? Or are they just really emo about student interviews .

"Ms.Erem if you are to attend The Royal Academy you have to be fully prepared to interact with nobles and to not bring shame to the church or the elite members of the aristocracy who are paying for your admission"

'The elite members of the aristocracy', I wish they would spare me their power fantasies.

He made eye-contact and I could see the contempt in his eyes.

"Is that clear Ms.Erem?"

"It is very clear, so clear." I clasped my hands together and mimicked him.

He furrowed his brows. "I assure you Ms.Erem this is an amazing opportunity, it would be extremely beneficial if you would take this seriously"

I glared icily at him "I'm always serious."

I wanted to take this seriously, really when I first came to this world I had every intention to. Unfortunately my enthusiasm waned when I realized nobody in this place cared about me.

Olivia grew up at the church, but I had spent one day there. The day I transmigrated was also the day Olivia left the church for training . The nuns seemed nice, but I couldn't appreciate their kind words. They weren't meant for me. For the past year I had been taking etiquette lessons at the house of official Brianson. Brianson ignored me, his wife looked at me with an unreadable gaze. His son, the glasses wearing man from earlier, was very annoyed by my presence.

All the nobles I had the pleasure of meeting didn't seem to like me. I had hoped that would be temporary and we would form a deep emotional bond, obviously that didn't happen.

"Ms.Erem, are you listening?"

"..." was he saying something? Guess I zoned out. He sighed and kept on talking.

"Well then I'm glad we've reached an understanding " The examiner stood up. "The semester begins in 1 month, we expect your attendance."

I nodded my head.

When he left the room I let out a long sigh. Despite the fact that things would certainty turn out terribly at the school I was hopeful. It's possible I could make a friend. It would be nice to not be alone...

Aah, I'm getting desperate here.

1 month later

I moved the curtain of the carriage window, and could make out a large elaborate building. After a short while the carriage came to a stop. As I stepped out a strong breeze blew by and my hat was swept away.

"Are you kidding me!?"

I flung away my luggage and ran after the hat. After running forward for about half a second I stopped and clenched my hand.

This is dumb, I can use magic. I waved my hand so that the wind would blow my hat back to me. The draft blowing it away strengthened in response and the hat floated wildly from the opposing Winds.

Somebody is screwing with me. Fine they can have my hat, but when I catch them, they will burn. Ugh this reminded me of that scary brat who lived to bother me. Just thinking about him made me simultaneously angry and sad, I don't think I'll ever get to see him again...

I turned around and walked angrily back to the carriage. The driver was staring at me, his expression a mix between shock and judgement .

"Hehe, that um-well that. You know what I'm not gonna try to explain it " This is awkward, grr that brat I'll kill them when I find them.

I picked up my luggage and walked forward ignoring my hat swirling in a whirlwind right next to me. My anger was spiking wildly, it was taking all of my willpower to not light the surroundings on fire.

I kept on walking in a straight line, my gaze not straying for a second to the side. The hat touched my shoulder, and I took a deep breath. I could snatch it, I could snatch it out of the air and burn it into a fiery mess. But I won't, I won't do that. It's my hat I don't want to burn it, I haven't wanted to burn it since I first laid my eyes on it.

It's fine it's all fine, it's natural to pick on the new kid. Especially the poor, commoner new kid. Totally understandable. These kids are just joking around, I'm not mad. Why would I be mad?!?!

This is a harmless prank meant only to embarrass and shame me. It's not pushing me past my limit which I have walked like a fragile line since being abandoned in this world.

Wow I'm emotional.

While I was lost in thought the hat stopped swirling and fell to the ground. I turned my head and stared at it. It's an inanimate object Ellie it's not taunting you. No the one taunting you is the brat behind this l i t t l e stunt. I turned back around and walked forward at as fast as a pace as I could.

I made it to the dorm without much more trouble and was assigned my room number. This was a rich-people school, so I had my own room. I left my luggage at the door and collapsed onto the bed.

"Ugh, carriages are not comfy"

There was a schedule on the desk, I picked up the paper and examined it.

"That's... a lot of classes." I can't believe I have to go back to school again.

*knock* *knock*

Hmmmmmmm?