After getting changed into her everyday clothes, Kate went cautiously down the stairs into a spacey kitchen. The steam coming out from the boiling pots mixed with hot air from the open window instantly caused a sweat to course down her back and face. It must be a middle of summer here, even though in her original world she was impatiently awaiting New Years Eve which was only a few days away. Now all the waiting was wasted.
- What are ya standing here for? Are ya a pitchfork stuck inside a cow's ass? Get to work already, yer brothers hav'ta help yer father in the field, they don't have time for yer daydreaming - her mother turned out to be quite a... massive woman. Her large arms were moving impressively swiftly among all the kitchen stuff, every movements was so natural the girl wouldn't be shocked if she had her eyes closed and was doing everything based on her own memory. Her face was stern but not in an unlikeable way. When she turned on her heel to look at her daughter still standing on the stairs, Kate could finally see her eyes. A beautiful emerald stones were looking straight into their younger version on Kate's face.
- I'm comin', I'm comin' - the girl replied quickly and went to the nearest cupboard to find something to make breakfast with. After searching the third one with no result her mother asked annoyed:
- What d'ya think yer doin'? Ya don't know where we keep bread and butter? Is it yer first time making breakfast?
- Eeem... No... I was just looking for... - she searched the dark room with eyes full of panic - I was looking for... THIS!
She shouted triumphantly and run to take a bottle of milk laying on the counter top.
- Get away from the milk! I need it to make a cake for Mrs. Jenkins. If ya want something to drink, go and draw water from the well. But NO touchin' my milk.
- Ok, I get it. I'll be back in a moment - she mumbled apologetically.
- Oh, when yer at it, ya can draw water to all the buckets in the backyard and bring one over to me.
- Sure thing mother - the girl opened an old wooden door covered in peeling blue paint.
The air outside felt refreshing thanks to a light wind caressing her skin and messing her hair. She took a look around the house to see what her new home town was like. It turns out they live in the middle of a small village, right next to one of the two main streets. The second one is parallel to the first, with a small church right between them making it the centre of the whole city.
There is no time for sightseeing though. Her new mother is gonna be pissed if she wastes any more time.
How can she be so calm? She was just reincarnated into a different world, she's all alone and doesn't really know what's going on.
'Well, it's not that bad I guess. My previous life was boring anyway.'
Hmm... Oh yeah! It all got me so confused that I totally forgot that there is something wrong. The plot has changed for god's sake!
'Wait, what changed? The plot? What plot? Why do I have such strange thoughts again?'
Yoooooooooooo... Just wait a second here. You can hear me? Like, for real? If so, then say... cheesecake.
- Eeem... Cheesecake? - She said confused. It took her a few seconds to comprehend what was going on. - Is that it? I've been transferred to another world and as a welcome gift got a mental illness? Am I going to be accused of witchcraft and burned at the stake because I have a schizophrenia? - She crouched on the ground covering her head with her hands and mumbling to herself. - But it doesn't seem like these are medieval times so it shouldn't be that bad. BUT WHO KNOWS WHAT CRAZY LOGIC DO PEOPLE HERE THINK IS PERFECTLY NORMAL! Besides, since when have I been suffering from such an illness? Did my coming here mess up my brain? I've been called retarded my entire life, but at the time I couldn't care less. Now that it's a real thing, I don't know how to react.
Those people may have been right about you all along. Get a grip girl. I'm just as real as you are.
- But then... Who are you?
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