Chapter Three

KIATLYN/ARIA

A year has passed since I've been living here.

My foster parents named me Aria since I lied to them saying that that I don't have a name.

The name they gave me is good enough bit I still need to hide!

Because of the maid trying to make me a living doll, I am hiding onto the bookshelf and laid there until they stop.

You know what? They pampered me too much that my head aches.

Giving me presents every week is a big deal for me but Ten new things every single day?

It's usually dresses that I think I will refuse to wear. With my answers, they always sulk in the corners because of my cold attitude.

But still, I didn't give a damn about it.

I am 16 mentally so they thought of me as a prodigy.

Who would call a 5 year old kid a prodigy when it's just doing the same things that toddlers supposed to do.

Then I remembered, when I read the book about human brains and what's going on about them to one of the books I found here, it says that humans develop proper consciousness at the age of six year old.

Does that mean when they go to Earth, they will think us everyone prodigies?

Great, just great.

"A~~ria~~"

Hearing my mother's voice, I looked down but I think she still hasn't figured out my hodo g spot until, she stopped right at the bookshelf where I am.

Uh-oh.