Today Marks The Day.

"Alright…find Helena. Ask her for…something. And be done with it. That's IF I can find her! God damn it! Where the hell is she?!"

I had scoured through every crevice of the school classroom, toilet, and even the teacher's lounge but I just didn't find her. I thought finding a group of boys flocking to her would be easy, but surprisingly, it was quite the opposite. 

At this point, I had gone back and forth through the school building. Trying to find her. I have spotted some other seniors like me, but when they turned to me, their hopes were shot down after they realized who it was. Not Einar, that's for sure.

Einar, Einar--The prom king, as cringy as that sounded. The greatest quarterback of the school and a great footballer, just under Albrecht. Baseball is nothing to him. In track and field, he dominates. What doesn't he have? Good looks are there, and the charm. His damned charm. Even as his twin, I don't even understand it.

Father knew that, and so did Helga and Aron. And all of their focus was on him--but not me. Why not me? Why him? Soon enough, I peeked out of the window, finding most of the seniors in the courts. So that's where they are. If Helena was inside, I would have found her by now.

"Gotta go outside…right. Of course, I do." I muttered to myself

I peered into my yearbook. I have met a few of the other senior friend groups. Maybe about four or five but only one group signed my book. Good on them, I hope they have a wonderful life after this. For the others? I hope they end up paralyzed after a car crash. Bastards.

I steeled myself for this, taking a deep breath. I should have asked Albrecht for a mint or something. My breath probably stinks of fish or something. My hair is messy, judging from the reflection of the window. And my face…God. Why did I get the short end of the stick?

There's no way Helena would actually speak to me in this condition. Gotta tidy myself up first. I quickly head to the bathroom, wetting my hair and styling it slightly. I washed my face so I didn't look so sleep-deprived. And maybe…should I take off my glasses? I can't see shit without them, but just for this moment.

Alright, look at that. I can't see anything. But I know I at least look better. However, better put on my glasses first so I can see her. Stepping out of the bathroom, I moved toward the exit door and pushed it open. Stepping out to the courtyard. Some seniors were sitting together, looking at their phones in awe and shock. I wonder what they're worried about?

However, in the middle of the courtyard, many of the seniors were grouped up, cheering something on. I could barely see past their shoulders and backs. And I'm not relatively tall compared to them, so I can't see shit.

But do I really have to go? Agh! Come on! Einar wanted me to go for it. He's doing something by distracting the crowd. Maybe he's in there, and Helen could possibly be there. However, I saw a glimpse of her through the crowd. Her luscious hair flashed through their shoulders. She's here. And I spot Einar in the middle of the crowd as well. So much for distracting them so I can get to Helena. But why though? What is she doing with him?

Swallowing my pride and fear to the best of my ability, I meekly walked over to them, the sounds of their cheers were muffled as something rang in my ear. Chills moved up my spine as I continued forward. I can't help but feel the sensation of dread slither across my body.

Something's wrong. So wrong. It was not just that. Like some…deity. A cruel god had been watching me with evil eyes. My body kept moving forward, ignoring the fact that my head burned with a cruel agony. And cycling through a freezing pain. A cruel apotheosis of ecstasy that ate away at me. But the source was incomprehensible. Whether it was from this crowd, or something else, I don't know.

The hum in my ear slowly increased in intensity as I pushed past the crowd, as their loud cheers were muffled by the stinging agony as a wade through them. And eventually coming to the front. 

I noticed the platinum-haired girl standing off to the side, her arms across as she watched what was happening with indifferent eyes. Surrounded by boys and girls that even I'm surprised actually passed senior year. I remembered her full name correctly. Luna Arissia. I don't know why she's here…

I spotted Albrecht and Sebastian off to the side. Their expressions shifted into one of horror as the cheers reached their peak. My eyes locked with theirs as they realized that I was in the front. My head slowly turned to the middle. In the corner of my eye, I could see Albrecht running to me, trying to stop me from looking.

But it was too late, time had seemed to slow down as I finally drank the poison that was in front of me. Einar stood there, his eyes wide as Helena held him close. It didn't take long for me to realize what was happening.

They were kissing.

My chest tightened, and my vision blurred as my ears rang. I clutched my yearbook, my knuckles turning white, as my breath came in shallow gasps. My lips quivered as I felt the blood in my body freezing up. 'What the fuck were they doing?' I pinched myself for a second, hoping this agony was a dream. But to my horror, I could feel it. This was real. The girl that had occupied my heart and mind for years with Einar. My twin. The boy I loathed. 

"Einar…" I whispered. He pushed Helen away, shaking his head rapidly, his expression worsened as he spotted me in the crown. I couldn't hear him spout his excuse. And I don't need to. Einar. The golden fucking child of the Agnarsson. It didn't matter if we were twins. It was as if I never existed. I was a shadow to the other people.

We are all born different. But twins? We…we were supposed to be the same. The only thing that separated us was by name. But him? He's a taller, more attractive, buffer, more athletic, and stronger child than me. Pathetic little me. A frail and small boy with glasses. Nothing to his name but grades that fell into obscurity. SAT scores that were never acknowledged. AP classes that fell short of many. I pulled Einar up from the bottom, he would have been barely passing the same classes I take. Chemistry, Math, Physics, Biology. Without me, he would have been placed in the lowest of the class. But no. I got him up to second. Right under me.

But NO! They didn't care about me! Only a few pats on the back and acknowledgment of some teachers! BUT HIM?! Rewards, trophies, certificates, EVERYTHING! 

ALL THAT WAS RIGHTFULLY MINE WAS TAKEN AWAY! 

He said he'll not go for Helen! Let me have a chance! BULL FUCKING SHIT! WHY HIM?! WHY NOT ME?!

My mind was blurred with hatred when a blinding white light erupted from the sky. 'EINAR—' I screamed, but my voice was drowned out by the deafening:

BOOOOOOOOM

***

It's about time. Humans were left to scramble for answers to why the novels were glowing and floating. He particularly enjoyed the live reactions of readers distraught and bewildered. They should have picked up on the hints earlier.

His novel was a transmigration novel. TRANSMIGRATION. Alright, he'll give them the benefit of the doubt. Maybe they didn't know that this would be happening. After all, they haven't seen any supernatural things occurring. But that changes today.

For a long time, he was bored out of his mind. Entertainment got predictable. Novels, manga, manhwa's, movies, and anime brought temporary enjoyment for him. But even then it went numb. Too predictable. He already knew the plot twists and everything. But…he enjoyed live shows. Seeing what would happen without knowing it. 

So, why not do this, but on a massive scale? A simple book makes people love it. Then BOOM! Hundreds of thousands of humans into the world. He should livestream it. Yeah…that's a good idea. Seeing the reactions of others to what would be happening in the world would definitely be a sight to watch.

It's time now, he'll make his appearance shortly. Right after he does this. With a simple snap of his finger, the books erupted into a blinding light. Bursting through doors, windows, and cars, beams of light streaked through the air. Meeting in a single spot all over the world and coalescing into a large oval like shape. Resembling a mirror to the best of its capabilities.

He always loved watching people's reaction to all this, the chaos, confusion, it was all too sweet. Now, they had reveled in this long enough. The author raised his hand, feeling every single mirror in the world connected with every fiber of his hand, and with a small chuckle, and mountains of excitement, he extended his fingers. The mirrors shot out beams of light. Searching for their victims. All for the enjoyment of their master.