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STORY BY SusieBeam1171985iTD
Crazy, All Crazy, A Little Madness Is Good
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One moment I was reading a novel, the next I was bleeding out in a hospital bed. When I finally opened my eyes, a devastatingly handsome man stood over me. "Well," he scoffed, his voice dripping with contempt. "You got exactly what you deserved, Megan." That line... I knew exactly who this asshole was. Ethan Miller. The male protagonist of the novel I'd been reading. Somehow, I'd been transported into the book as the character Megan—my namesake—currently girlfriend to the illustrious Ethan Miller. The original Megan had been obsessed with Ethan since high school, chasing him relentlessly for five years until he finally "granted" her a relationship. After two years together, despite his rise to Hollywood stardom, he'd never once acknowledged her publicly. In fact, he went to extraordinary lengths to keep her hidden. And the original Megan, conditioned to accept scraps of affection, not only tolerated this treatment but actively helped him maintain their secret. Until recently. Ethan had starred in a hit show with rising actress Ashley. Breaking his usual "no publicity relationships" rule, he'd actively fueled romance rumors with Ashley, whipping their fans into a frenzy. Meanwhile, when paparazzi caught the original Megan with a phone background featuring her and Ethan together, he publicly denied even knowing her, throwing her to the wolves. For a month, she weathered abuse online, labeled a "delusional fangirl." Yesterday, she—I—was stabbed by an obsessive fan of Ethan and Ashley's on-screen relationship. That's when I arrived in her body. Just in time to catch a knife to the gut. Tears welled in my eyes. "What, crying with regret now?" Ethan leaned down, roughly gripping my chin, his smile cruel. "Didn't see you crying when you deliberately revealed that phone background to force me to acknowledge you publicly, did I?" His girlfriend gets stabbed by his fans, and instead of showing concern, he's here placing blame. What a spectacular piece of garbage. I struggled to breathe. "No, it's not that. You're standing on my IV line." Ethan faltered for a moment. An opening! With strength I didn't know I possessed, I shot upright and slapped him hard across the face—once, twice, three times. I followed with a flurry of kicks and punches before grabbing the trash can and slamming it over his head. With one final kick, I sent him stumbling out of the room. Door shut. Locked. Mission accomplished. I crawled back to bed, clutching my reopened wound, wincing in pain but grinning with satisfaction. Much better. Outside, Ethan's furious voice thundered, "MEGAN! GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!" Always with the commands. The original Megan's love had been so desperate that Ethan knew she'd never leave him, which gave him license to treat her however he wanted. He banked on her devotion. Unfortunately for him, before being transported into this book, I'd been his biggest critic—I'd literally written essays about what an entitled, manipulative character he was. Karma's a bitch, I guess. But no matter. Since I'm here, I might as well raise hell. I yanked open the door and stared calmly at Ethan. He smirked, as if he'd expected this. "I'll overlook your little episode since you're clearly still affected by the medication. In a week, Ashley and I are appearing on a reality show together. You'd better behave yourself. This incident should have taught you—" "Sorry to interrupt," I cut him off mid-lecture. "I forgot something important." Ethan's eyes darkened with annoyance. "What did you forget?" I delivered a swift kick to his stomach. "I forgot I already gave you a chance to leave!" From the moment I realized I was in this book, I'd made up my mind. Life's too short to play by someone else's rules. Ethan roared, "MEGAN!!!" Which is how he got himself reported for disturbing a hospital and escorted out by four security guards. I returned to my bed, munching an apple with satisfaction, mentally recapping the plot. After the stabbing incident, Ethan and Ashley would appear on a dating reality show together and receive glowing reviews. The original Megan, consumed by jealousy, would spiral into villainy, driving Ethan away for good. Eventually, Ethan and Ashley would fall in love on the show, and on the day they announced their relationship, Megan would be fatally attacked by their rabid fans. What a delightful ending. Too bad the wheel of fate was about to take a sharp turn.
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Beth's head buzzed instantly—The Undercity, that was certainly a place that gave every human mage a headache. It was four in the afternoon at Waffle Magic Academy's rear garden, where students leisurely enjoyed their afternoon tea. They chatted excitedly about recent courses, entertaining each other with newly learned beginner spells—levitation and sparks mostly—while their faces radiated the confidence and vitality unique to youth. Ten minutes into this delightful tea gathering, a trio marched briskly past, their hurried pace kicking up a cloud of dust. Students' curious eyes followed them as they passed by without so much as a nod of apology, heading straight north, disappearing soon after as if they were an unexpected blip in a tranquil spring afternoon. Despite their brief and abrupt appearance, some students recognized the woman leading the trio by her blue hair. "Isn’t that Miss Emily, the Nature Magic teacher?" one student inquired. "No, more accurately, she’s the assistant teacher," corrected another student—a Nature Magic major. "Right now, she’s assisting Professor Beth with our classes." "Ah, Professor Beth, I’ve heard stories about her." "I know, the ones about her and..." ... In the aftermath of these hushed tones, Emily's steps did not falter even as her brows creased slightly. She disliked how talk of Beth always linked to him, as if without that nationwide famous love affair, there was nothing else worthwhile about Beth. Her magical prowess, dedication to teaching… all overshadowed. Emily sharply halted her thoughts. Now was not the time to sing Beth’s praises. Quite the opposite; today, she harbored a belly full of resentment toward the woman she ought to call her "teacher." At the afternoon meeting, Beth was supposed to represent the Nature Magic Department but was nowhere to be found. Principal Al's questioning gaze naturally fell on Emily. As she pressed a hand to her forehead, Emily cycled through dozens of excuses, each flawless and innovative enough to withstand scrutiny… until she stripped away those already used by Beth, leaving her with few options. In the end, in a fit of desperation, she offered the tired and unconvincing “Beth is ill” excuse. Fortunately, Principal Al accepted it, only instructing her to relay the meeting's content to Beth promptly. Thus, Emily gathered her two apprentice assistants and swiftly made her way through the garden path straight to Beth’s quarters as soon as the meeting concluded. They now stood before an imposing structure, with classical architectural design in mostly white and adorned with intricate engravings. The ten-story edifice served as housing for students and faculty alike, accommodating students on the sunlit south side while faculty resided on the north-facing rear. Emily led the way down an open corridor on the building’s left side, eventually guiding the assistants up to Beth's fifth-floor room, number nine—a number she knew by heart such that she needed no glance at floor or door markers to arrive at Beth’s threshold precisely. Before long, they reached the door, and one of the taller assistants stepped forward to knock. Upon three taps, the room remained silent. Bewildered, he withdrew his hand, glancing back at Emily. Emily gestured calmly, "Step aside." He retreated as instructed, allowing them all to witness a surprising spectacle. Emily faced the door and gracefully raised her right leg high, ready to act. In a moment too quick for them to process, a loud "bang" reverberated through the fifth-floor hallway, followed by a slow opening of the door. Indeed, Emily had kicked the door open. She nonchalantly retracted her leg and strode into the room alone. Inside was a lavishly decorated woman’s chamber, filled with detailed ornaments that highlighted the owner’s charm—unicorns, goat maidens, pink rhinos galore. Yet, Emily had no time for admiration, her strides swift and purposeful, fixated on the bed at the center of the room. Peering past the sheer curtains draped elegantly by the bed, she saw the woman within. Her irritation and words of reproach retreated at the sight. Undeniably, no matter how well Emily understood Beth’s nature, the woman's beauty was something even she couldn't ignore. The serene figure lay sideways on the bed, knees bent, face peaceful as sleep held sway. Silvery locks cascaded from her head, pooling softly around her like streams passing by. Such tranquility and beauty invoked hesitation to disrupt. Still, Emily could only pause a moment. She quickly steeled herself with the purpose that brought her here. Despite everything, before disturbing the scene, Emily consciously lowered her voice, reminding herself of the boundaries set by institution and history. For in a distant past, this "Sleeping Beauty" was once her teacher. Teacher… Reflecting on the word, Emily sighed. What kind of a teacher simply sleeps through an academy’s critical meeting? Not a reasonable one. No, not entire
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