My name is Michael Miller (or M&M, as some people like to call me because of the initials of my name), 16 years old, second best student in class. If there is something I wanted to accomplish before finishing school it would be to surpass the current best student in my class. Aria Angelskind is her name, also known as "class rep." Or "Sleepy rep.", that girl sleeps through every possible class, yet she still has the best grades, that's the only reason someone like her can avoid the teacher's lecturing and be representative of the class.

It's not like I hate her at all, neither can we be considered friends, we are merely acquaintances in the same class. She's very approachable, but as she sleeps almost all school day it's hard to initiate a chat when she happens to be awake. 

But I'm not interested in her friendship, my feelings towards her are merely indifference with a touch of envy, perhaps. If only I could get good grades as easily as she does without effort... But I'm incapable of such things.

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Enough about Aria, none of those feelings matter anymore, that day in math class two things happened: The philosophy teacher interrupted class to discuss the summer festival in the school, "she", as always, was sleeping. 

I can only wonder how Olivia, a member of the student council responsible for most if not all of the social duties, really feels about Aria, no one really gets their relationship, they're complete opposites, friends who sometimes laugh together and sometimes look like a disappointed mother with a lazy daughter, only thing everybody accepts is that they're the most beautiful girls of all our grade.

My thoughts are interrupted as a student called Eliot started screaming in pain out of nowhere. After that I was blinded by a weird light and felt an excruciating pain like anything I ever felt or heard being described by someone else, in the distance the screams of my fellow classmates could be heard.

I assume my mind slipped, when I woke up I was at a different place, a beautiful, blond woman, possibly in her thirties, holding me in her arms while I wasn't able to move my body. Later on I figured I had gotten reincarnated in another world as a human baby under the name of Casimir Archibald, the first son of the King Archibald III of the Human Kingdom of Exousia Archibald.