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The library is well kept and there are few people who visit it, mostly university students who can't stop looking at a 5 year old boy using a computer.

One of them approaches a woman, the manager of the place.

"Is it okay that you let someone use something so expensive?"

"There are only 3 computers and only Albert and the architect, oh dear I forgot his name, anyway, only they use them, I mean the boy also knows how to use them"

"Aren't you afraid that he will damage them?"

"I warned him about drinking near the keyboard but more importantly, he is learning a little how to use them"

"-"

"Oh, where did he learn?"

"I don't know, maybe he is the son of a programmer or he has an older brother who works at the northern institute"

"I see, do you think I can ask him to teach me a little?". A high school girl with several books on her chest asked the manager with glasses.

I can hear them, I'm not deaf and I think they're using this conversation to get me to turn my face and say something but I refuse.

Right now I'm looking for important information, the computers of this era are super slow compared to the ones I used in my previous life and I don't plan on teaching.

It would be torture to do so, on the other hand the woman in charge lets me use the computers, with her I have no other choice.

I look for photographs of the city, maps and photographs of every street and far away place. I take some notes for a long time and return before it stops raining and the thieves go out to work.

I return home after taking several magazines from the area and pieces of newspapers.

The months keep passing and I'm stronger than some children but not enough, I can only run, jump, improve the flexibility of my body, in conclusion I do yoga and run.

I know that if I carry weights it could affect my bones and my development would be negatively affected.

I have a lot of freedom because I always do my daily tasks, I'm the best in the class and I also started playing with the toaster and started cooking.

So my mother lets me go to the library or maybe she doesn't care about me being kidnapped.

There is no such thing in the paper or this country is still very safe.

"Old man, could you give me the coupon sheet from your newspaper?" I said to an old man with a briefcase and the guy looks down at me.

The guy looks at a kid and takes out a dollar and hands it to me.

"It's not what I expected but I'm satisfied." I said smiling and keep walking.

I repeat the process, sometimes they hand me the paper and I decide to resell it.

Other times they give me money and sometimes they give me the coupon book.

I realized that because of my age and charisma as a child, adults look at me with tenderness so I have taken advantage of that.

I go home with 19 dollars and repeat the process every day that I can until I am close to the last day of elementary school.

"Marcus." A voice says next to me.

"What?" I answer and look at two blonde girls, one of them is my sister.

"She is my friend, I invited her to play." My sister said and I nodded.

"Dad will be late and Mom went with Grandma." When I tell her I see another girl appear, a redhead.

"Everything is in order." She says before looking me in the eyes as if challenging me, no, rather it was a wild, rude look.

"She is rude." But I only think about that, if I look at her appearance she is a girl.

"My name is Natasha Rowley and she is Yelena Rowley." The redheaded girl said, the blonde girl stopped holding my sister's hand and went over to hold Natti's hand.

"Okay, I'll show you around the house."

"Yeah, my brother is a genius, he fixed the sink and the stove too, the bathroom is 100 times better than before, mom is very proud." My little sister Airi said, starting to drag both girls around the small house.

Seeing the girl who looks like she's the same age as me and is thin, I remember that I need to increase my muscle mass but I don't know how to achieve it.

"I want to look like Steve, muscles attract girls." Or so I think.

She showed them a shelf for her stuffed animals, also pans that I fixed and other things.

I like to see my sister Airi's smile but sometimes I feel like she's too mature.

She became very close to both girls and one day I saw her reading makeup magazines with her bare feet on the sofa bed of the trailer.

I went over to tickle her and she smiled but kept reading.

"Natti and Yenyen invited us to their house, today at 2"

"Both of them?" I asked and she kept reading.

"Mommy doesn't let me go out alone"

"Hey I see, okay, but don't use lotion or mommy will get mad"

"Okay." The girl said with a strange voice, her voice sounded higher, higher than usual.

Anyway, she sometimes likes to act like she's playing an actor and she's weird.

More than me, it seems like she just wants to grow up to wear makeup and adult clothes.

Soon the time comes and I take Airi on my shoulders, that way it's like I'm training.

I want to be muscular and I think I'm the strongest 7 year old in my class, but some big boys can still beat me up.

"yesterday in class Tommy bothered Yenyen but Natti hit him so hard that he got a bump, they were going to call Natti's parents but I made them call Tommy to the principal's office"

"ah, do you want me to hit Tommy?" I ask and Airi lowers his head to my eyes and nods but for doing that while he is in horseback mode he hits my forehead

"ow" my sister complains rubbing her forehead with her little hands.

"ouch, you'll get a bump". I tell her as I continue walking while people look at us and soon we arrive at Natti's house.

"what a nice house". I say and Airi nods.

"I know, it's so cute, but her mother is scary". Airi says and I proceed to knock on the door to get attention.

"It's Airi!" A female voice shouts, it seems happy and I smiled because my sister has friends.

The door opens.

I put Airi down as a pretty, thin woman appears in front of me and smiles politely. She puts down Airi's last leg and receives a greeting from Natti and then Yenyen, or before that wasn't her name but now they call her that because of my sister.

The woman's face seems familiar to me, that dark hair, her figure is thin, as if she were wearing black leather.