Chapter 3 - 2 years old

Actually I started crawling at 4 months then basically forced my self to stand up every now and then. When Elle saw me standing up for the first time she was obviously shocked. In fact she walked in on one of my training sessions. I didn't intend to let her or anyone know I could walk yet.

But she didn't praise me or anything of the sort. She just changed my clothes as usual and fed me.

Right, have I talked about my appearance? Truthfully, when I started crawling I happened to pass by a mirror and saw my reflection.

First let me tell you that in my past life I wasn't a beauty by any means nor was I ugly. I just had an average face with black hair and brown eyes. Something that would easily be able to blend into the crowd.

So when I saw my appearance I was stunned. The little baby looking back at me had silver-white hair growing from her head, violet gem-like eyes,and porcelain white skin with red pouty lips. It wasn't hard to tell that this was going to be the appearance of a great beauty.

Was I happy? Well yes. Anyone would love to be beautiful, I was no exception in my past life. But in this life I just wanted to live a normal peaceful life. With a face like this I'd be getting attention left and right.

'Maybe I should invest in a mask?'

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It's officially been two years since I've been reborn. Though Elle never celebrates my birthday so I just start counting from the day I came here.

I could already walk around on my own without stumbling.

Oh yeah I almost forgot! I still have my enhanced senses and strength. At my current strength tho I could only lift a chair above my head.

I'd say that's pretty good for a baby.

Sitting on the alcove window seat, I was hatching my plan. I've been in this room for about 2 years. Don't get me wrong there's nothing wrong with it except it's TOTALLY BORING. There's not even any books for me to read.

So I'm going to head out to explore the rest of the house. You see I know Elle's schedule like that back of my hand.

1. She feeds me at 7:30am then changes me and leaves.

2. She comes back in around 9:00 do change my diaper. And then again at 11:00, with snacks

3. Shell feed me lunch at 12:30

4. diaper change at 2:30

5. Snack and diaper change again at 4

6. Dinner at 6:30

7. Then one last diaper change at at 7:30 and she'll place me in my crib to go to be afterwards.

Yup she's the best! Note the sarcasm.

Honestly who would ever hire a nanny like that. I mean shouldn't a nanny be around the child 24/7. I thought children need attention.

Pouting, I thought that when the time arrives I'll definitely tell on her to my parents. Or not. At this point I'm pretty sure Elle must have kidnapped me because I haven't even seen my parents.

Knowing Elle's schedule, that means I have around an hour and a half before she comes to feed me lunch since she just came to change my diaper.

Struggling to get off the alcove, I secretly pray that I'll be tall. I really can't handle not being able to reach or get off things. It really damages my pride.

Walking to the door, I try to make my steps light, because I swear Elle must have the ears of a bat. I've already tried to leave my room before but she always catches me and sends me back in.

She never even scolded me. Sigh, honestly I worry about her. How will she ever take care of her own kids?

I listen with my ears to make sure she's not in the area then ease the door open. I squeeze my chubby body through the door and quietly close it.

What entered my sight wasn't a grand hallway that I expected rich people to have. In my imagination, antique vases and paintings should have been lining the walls. Instead, I saw a dark hallway filled with dust and cobwebs.

'I thought I was reborn in a rich family. Does this mean I need to get a job and work when I come of age? What about my peaceful life?! Waaaah'