I knew I was different from the moment I could remember. My mom and dad always told me I was more mature for my age.

I knew it too.

Where the other children desired to play simple games, I desired more. I liked to books beyond my age group, and the games I could play involved complex thinking.

When I decided to talk, I could weave a tale. Enough that it impress even the adults.

More then once, I had retold a movie I recalled, and enthralled the class for an afternoon. Tales of heroes of villains in faraway lands. Or futuristic threats that made no sense.

I recalled with clarity, memories of another life. Yet it was always memories of books, and novels. Of films via movies or seasons. There was a lot of digital games as well.

To my parents, I was a well behaved, if a little lonesome child. I wasn’t lonely, but neither did I crave the excitement of everyday adventures. Their simple games quickly grew tedious.

I either impressed, or worried, teachers when I selectively played games with my peers. More often then not, I was trusted to be the judge for games. A rule keeper who was fair, but a strict.

With my sister Carmen, I spoiled her rotten. I caved in to her requests for games, and even portions of my desserts. Unlike other siblings that fought, I got along really well with her.

I don’t ever recall another family. Another person. Another life.

There was only my friends, and my family.

Bonds that I knew the value of. Thus I cherished them, the days of laughter and fun.

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Chapter 00: I can’t believe it is not Isekai