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She woke up with a bad taste in her mouth. She gagged, but the taste simply wouldn't go away. Her eyes were closed, and she could feel the cool breeze coming in and falling on her body. She shivered and opened her eyes. The room was bright so she squinted and let her eyes assimilate to the light. She blinked blearily.
She was laying down on a bed, which was rather comfortable. She peered over the table kept next to bed she was laying on. There was a small window, from which the light was filtering in and the breeze was blowing through. She let her eyes roam over the room. Some kind of infirmary, she noticed. Small and quaint, like the infirmaries you could find in a school. She sat up slowly, trying not to jostle herself too much. The taste in her mouth was gone.
She realized that is was an infirmary, and the sound of people talking from the door a little ways left was enough to make her realize that it was in fact a school infirmary.
Odd. She wasn't at any school before she fell asleep. Or fainted.
What was even more odd was that she couldn't remember how she got there in the first place. Wherever 'there' was ,anyway. She tried to pull up the last memory she had, but it was like her mind was empty. She couldn't remember anything, at all. Who she was, where she was. All gone.
She bit her lip nervously, a tiny bit afraid to be anywhere unfamiliar, without her memory, and no way to defend her should she have to. She looked down at herself. She was covered by the blanket on the bed, and upon removing it she was wearing a knee-length white dress with pretty embroidery and was barefoot. Glancing over the bed, a pair of brown boots were kept next to it.
The door to the infirmary opened with a squeakiness that grated on her ears. The sound of the talking increased. An angel walked in. Or at least she looked like one.
The angel shut the door behind her and made her way to the bed. The recently-awakened girl took a good look at the newcomer. She had long, wavy, white hair fading into a grey ombré with neat bangs being held to the left side of her face by two pale blue clips. She had round, baby blue eyes . Her skin was pale, and she had a pink blush covering her cheeks. She was wearing a white top with open shoulders and flowy, short sleeves with a light blue skirt with a bow and white ruffles. She also wore a dark blue choker, which was tied around her neck in the shape of a little bow.
Yes, she was indeed an angel. The girl on the bed wondered if she had somehow died and ascended to heaven. No way in hell did such a cute girl exist in real life. The girl looked slightly familiar, but her image rang no bells.
"Oh! You're awake! You know, we were all so worried about you when you collapsed. You took quite the hit, huh? Milly sure knows how to hit hard!" , the whitehead chuckled nervously. Her voice was sweet and high pitched.
When there was no reply, the whitehead furrowed her pale brows and said in a concerned tone." Noelle? Noelle, are you alright? Do need me to get you something? Noelle?" So her name was Noelle. The whitehead sure looked worried, and Noelle realized that she had yet to give the angel an answer. "Huh? Oh no, I'm alright.", she croaked and grimaced at he sound of her voice. "Actually, maybe a glass of water would do me some good."
The angel moved over to the counter, which was somewhat hidden by the screen of the adjacent bed. She returned with a glass of water in her hands. Passing it over to Noelle, she inspected the bandages on Noelle's head. Noelle didn't notice as she gratefully downed the glass of water, the cool liquid soothing her throat.
"What...What happened?", she asked slowly.
The whitehead looked at her curiously with her big, blue eyes. "You mean to say you don't remember?"
Realizing her mistake, she chuckled lightly and said, " No, I don't. I mean, I'm sure it will come back to me soon, but- you know that morning forgetfulness, where you can't really remember anything soon after you wake up? Yeah, that's it. So, uh... what happened?"
"Well, you were...um, well you were shoved into a locker." Noelle blinked.
"Huh?" The angel sighed and said," A fight had broken out between Zoey and Milly again, and you tried to break it up by putting yourself in the middle of the both of them. Milly was quite in a rage and she shoved you into the lockers because you in the way of her pulling on Zoey's hair. You must've hit your head hard 'cuz you blacked out and Miss Jones told me to bring you to the nurse's office."
She mumbled the next bit, but Noelle could hear it clearly. "It's always 'Daisy, do this' or 'Daisy, do that'. Stupid head girl position."
"Daisy?", Noelle mumbled. "Huh?", the whitehead snapped out of her mind, but Noelle was too far in her mind to notice.
Daisy,Daisy,Daisy,Daisy-
Noelle felt like someone had poured cold water all down her back.
Daisy? Head Girl? Zoey? Milly? These were all names from-from...The Music Freaks!
Noelle looked at Daisy, and she looked exactly like the Daisy from her favorite web series.
She remembered. It all came back. The nights she used to stay up and binge on YouTube. Reading fanfics, watching reactions, making fanart. Everything that was ever TMF related came back to her in that instant. However, nothing else cared to grace her memory.
"Noelle? Noelle?"
"Oh!", Noelle was jolted out of her reverie by the sound of Daisy's concerned voice. "Sorry! I just remembered it all. Yeah, Milly can sure pack a punch. I'm fine, though. No need to worry.", she said rather nervously.
Daisy smiled. "Well, that's great! The nurse said you could leave as soon as you woke up. You're lucky you don't have a concussion. Anyways, school ended a while ago, so you can go home too!"
"Er, right. Thanks for everything, Daisy.", she said as she got out of bed. Zipping up the boots, she stood carefully. The room spun for a moment, but righted itself the next.
"No problem! I'll see you tomorrow then! Bye, Noelle!", Daisy said cheerfully and then exited the room, closing the door behind her.
Noelle took a moment to herself, still unable to process the fact that she was somehow a character that didn't previously exist in her favorite Gacha-animated series. Then, shaking her head, she collected a purse and phone from the table near her bed (which she assumed was hers) and left the infirmary, and went straight out of the school doors, not unmindful of the plaque reading ' WELCOME TO ROSEMEADOW HIGH'.
She was lost.
Utterly and most completely lost.
She was in some random park in the town of Rosemeadow. It should've occurred to her that she had no idea where her house was, considering the fact that she literally didn't remember anything from her past life, and there wasn't any information in 'Noelle's' brain.
Crap. She had absolutely no idea how to get to her house. The sun was setting on the horizon and the sky was slowly darkening. People were loitering around in the park. It would have been so easy to just go up to one of them and just ask for directions to her house. Only problem was that she didn't know where exactly her house was. If she went up to some random person and asked them where her house was, she had no doubt that they would look at her as if she was some madwoman fresh out of the asylum.
She sighed and went to sit on one of the park benches. She slowly watched as the sun dipped below the horizon, taking away all the sunlight with it, leaving the Earth to the mercy of the moon and a cold autumn night.
She had no where to go from here. She had been wandering around for the past hour or so, relying on her muscle memory to take her home, since her normal memory didn't seem to be working at all. She was wrong though. Her muscle memory didn't work, and she landed in this quaint, little park. On her walk, she reflected over the circumstances and worked out and pondered over many questions in her mind.
She had been transmigrated ( or reincarnated) into The Music Freaks, a Gacha-Animated series created by Rosyclozy.
She was a girl in Rosemeadow High School, called Noelle. Other than that, she didn't have much to go on.
Looking around the park, she saw a bunch of families getting ready to go home, and she dimly wondered if she would have to sleep in the park like a homeless person tonight, and resume her search in the morning. Half of her mind hoped that she would meet somebody she knew, and so she could ask them on how to get home, but the rational part of her mind told her that explaining to somebody that she had somehow completely forgotten the way home would seem unreasonable.
Saying she had amnesia wouldn't work either, since she had only been shoved into a locker, and that could simply not warrant complete amnesia. The logic would have huge holes, and she'd rather not have anybody claim that the amnesia ruse was just for attention. She would just about die of embarrassment.
So there she was, sitting alone in a park, in the beginning hours of night, with nothing but the clothes on her back, a dead phone and her purse. She paused, the epiphany springing to her brain.
... Her purse!
She didn't have the time to look inside it but surely there was some card or identification that had her address on it. She was in highschool for heaven's sake! Surely there would be a drivers license or at least a learner's permit. How had she not thought of this before? She facepalmed and opened up the brown purse which was hanging limply by her side.
Rifling through the purse, she saw many credit cards (which led her to briefly wonder is she was rich, because that would be cool), a couple of unimportant pieces of paper, and a learner's permit. Taking out the permit, she felt a flush of relief as she found a house number and street name.
She got up from the park bench, feeling oddly invigorated.
Walking up to an old man who was sitting on the bench, she quickly asked for directions.
Upon receiving the directions from the sweet old grandpa, she looked for street name cards.
A while later, she was walking upon a mildly busy road. The houses gradually got bigger, more grander. 23, 24, 25...ah! House 26 was standing proudly on the road, it's roof towering over the rest of the houses. It looked much grander than all the other houses on the lane, and looked much richer.
She looked from the permit, then to the house, then to the permit again, making sure she had the right house. If she actually lived in a house that magnificent, she would feel over the moon.
This would also explain the many credit cards in her purse. She walked to the door and raised her hand to knock, already dreading the awkward conversation that would ensue if she had gotten the wrong house.
The door flew open before her knuckles even hit the birch wood door. A nervous looking lady in a maid uniform looked from left to right frantically, before her eyes fell on Noelle, who was standing frozen in the doorway, her hand raised in a half knock. She had black hair and black eyes, and her skin was tan.
"Oh! You're okay!" The maid put a hand over her chest in a sign of relief. "We were so worried about you! Where have you been?". Her eyes then fell on the bandage on Noelle's head. "And what on Earth happened to you?"
Noelle chuckled awkwardly. " Well...it's kind of a long story."
The maid harrumphed. "I have the time. Come inside."
The maid moved out of the way, and Noelle made her way into the grandiose hallway that led to the interior of the house. Taking off her shoes, she looked at the maid, who was currently glaring at her, her arms crossed on her chest.
"Well?", she said impatiently.
Noelle got the feeling that she was about to be told off by her parents. " I got shoved into a locker at school because I was stupid enough to try and break up a fight. I hit my head and was sent to the nurse's office. Then, while coming home, I got lost and had to ask for directions. Then, I came home." She blinked twice. "I guess that wasn't so long after all."
The maid rolled her eyes and said, "Go up to your room, honey. Dinner's in an hour. I'll tell everybody else that you're back. If you need anything, just call for me, okay?"
Noelle nodded even though she knew that she would never call the maid, mostly because she didn't even know the maid's name. Thankfully, her muscle memory came in handy here, and she trudged her way up to her room, just about drooling at the thought of a warm, comfy bed to lay upon while she sorted out all the thoughts in her head.