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03 • Fuck Learning

It has now been officially three years since I have been reincarnated — meaning I am now three years old. Over the last two years I have come to learn a few things.

The first thing is my birthday, April 4. Which is just fucking fantastic because of course I would be reborn on the fourth day of the fourth month. It's not like the number four is special or anything, right? It's not like it means and represents death. No, of course not. Silly me. (I'm gonna strangle those so called higher-ups—)

The second thing I learned is my older sister, Hana, is four years older than me and my twin. So she is seven years old while Tenko and I are three years old. I've also learned that she's a huge brat. Little shit looks and acts nice but heaven forbid she gets in trouble for anything! Oh no, it's all Tenko and I's fault because we're younger and don't know any better. The little shit, how dare she accuse Tenko of being a bad child. If my brother didn't love our older sister so much, I would have made her little life hell. I can't even be completely mad at her because she's an actual child that actually doesn't know any better and I'm a full grown ass adult (mentally [sometimes]).

The third thing I learned is that Father is an asshole with some serious issues (this was supposed to be a second chance! Why am I always saddled with deadbeats for dads?). He hates heroes - absolutely despises them. Every and anything that has to do with heroes is met with hate and anger. It's really dumb because they make up our whole fucking society. It gets worse! He hates them so much that they have been banned from the household. No talking of them, no toys of them, no watching them on the news, no looking them up on the computer — nothing. He's basically banned childhood! Like what the fuck!?

The fourth thing I learned is that children apparently need friends and social interaction. As in, I apparently need friends and social interaction. Me, the woman that kept others more than an arm's length away because it's dangerous to get too close. Me, the woman that made more enemies than allies. Me, the woman that would sooner kill a dozen men than try and play nice with others.

Of course I can't exactly tell my mother this, now can I? So, here I am, being forced to socially interact with my peers. It's disgusting.

"Rena-chan, stop pouting. It's just the park," my mother chides gently, frowning down at me.

"Not pouting, I'm scowling," I quickly refute, warily eyeing the park in front of us.

Tenko and Hana have already run off to go play while I stayed back with Mother. I can easily spot my siblings' black hair in the small sea of brown and blonde and other various colors. Honestly, why is green and pink and orange hair so normal? When did that become a thing? Last I remembered, hair being anything but a natural color was looked down on by the old wives of America.

Speaking of which, is that place still standing? There's like a revolution every decade and Americans are known for burning down buildings of political importance. Hm, I should probably do some history research on the place. I doubt that it's the same America that I, as Anna, was born into since this is an anime world. And the current year 2094 - quirks first started popping up sometime around 2014 if what the internet says is true and when I died, the year was most definitely not 2014.

"What's wrong with playing with the other kids? Tenko and Hana are having fun, see?" My mother's voice cuts through my thoughts. Right, the park and social interaction. Ugh.

"Kids are stupid," I bluntly state, very pointedly staring at a small brat that is crying after having tripped over their own feet. And the brat looks older than me! And I'm three! "I won't associate with stupid people." I honestly just don't have the patience to deal with children that aren't Tenko and Hana. They're both just so exhausting - I can't deal with more happy and hyper little shits!