"It's time to wake up, children!"

A woman shouts with a gentle voice, pulling me from my rather wild dreams. I get up from my bed, removing the blanket from my body. My bed was made of relatively new wood, with a white mattress and a pillow that wasn't anything special.

As usual, I'm the first to wake up and get up. The other kids, sleeping in beds next to mine, struggle to get up. I leave the room, walking through the space between the beds, and head to the bathroom. It's a pretty large bathroom for all the kids. After brushing my teeth, I wash my face and look in the mirror.

This body is young, with chubby cheeks and blonde hair, black eyes. I wasn't very thin, thanks to the food in this place. I wasn't handsome, but I wasn't ugly either, somewhere in the middle.

It's been ten years since I was born into this world. In the beginning, I didn't have memories of my past life, but when I turned five, I began to remember. Finally, when I turned seven, my memories fully returned. Actually, it's better to say part of them came back. Important things are missing, like my past life's name or what I used to work with, and so on. But I couldn't complain. The memories I received contained academic knowledge and general life knowledge, and most importantly, knowledge about the world I was in.

I don't know if I was a scholar in my past life. I don't know if I graduated from college, but from the knowledge I have of some history, maybe I was a history student.

This put me ahead of all the kids in the orphanage. That doesn't mean I became a genius; my learning is still pretty average.

I leave the bathroom as the other kids enter and head to the cafeteria. I grab my breakfast, which is nothing more than bread with scrambled eggs and a glass of milk. I sit at the corner table, placing my tray on the table. Here, I can eat in peace, looking out the window beside me. Since we're on the second floor, I have a nice view of the city, which I consider one of the most dangerous in the world.

"Good morning, New York!" I say with a smile on my face to this city.

I live in a place relatively far from downtown New York, and the view in front of me is of several old buildings.

Specifically, in Brooklyn, a pretty quiet district—well, it would be quiet if it weren't a frequent target of supervillain attacks. The last attack was made by the Green Goblin against Spider-Man, causing quite a bit of damage to the district.

When I discovered which universe I was in, I panicked for about an hour.

Being reincarnated in one of your favorite worlds should be something that brings a lot of joy to any fan. Of course, I was a little happy, but I reincarnated in the worst possible place. New York, one of the biggest stages for villain attacks.

After finishing my delicious breakfast, I return my tray and go back to the room to change clothes; it was almost time to go to school.

All the kids my age and younger gathered in their uniforms and backpacks in front of the gate.

Going to school is a drag. With my knowledge, the classes make no sense to me, but revealing a bit of what I know is not a good idea.

"Is everyone here?" asks a lady.

The lady named Margaret Thompson is the head of this orphanage, wearing a simple outfit that looked like it came from the last century. She has white hair, which she leaves loose, and she always has a sweet smile on her face.

"Yes, Grandma!" everyone says, including me.

We affectionately call Margaret "Grandma."

Leaving the gate in a line, we wait for a few minutes when finally, we can all see a yellow bus coming our way, stopping in front of us. The driver opens the bus door, and in line, we board the bus. I sit on the second-to-last seat, as usual, alone. The other kids don't like me very much. In fact, even the women who help at the orphanage don't really get along with me.

Well, it's partly my fault too, since I'm much quieter and calmer than the other kids, something quite odd for someone my age. So, various rumors started about me, which I didn't bother to learn about, and with that, my reputation, which wasn't great to begin with, got even worse.

The only person who was nice to me was Mrs. Margaret, who, for some reason, always helped me as much as she could. When I asked her about it, she replied:

{I identify with you a little because I share the same feeling of losing a relative so early, Sebas.}

Sebastian Brown was the name I was given in this new life, but everyone calls me Sebas.

The relative in question was my mother, Thalia Brown, who died in a car accident. I don't remember much of her since I was five when she passed away. With no other living relatives, I was sent to the orphanage.

School, as usual, was a nightmare, but today was worth it because we had P.E. I have to say, I didn't get hit by a single ball during dodgeball. After that, I had to endure the rest of the classes. After school, I returned to the orphanage.

I spent quite a bit of time in the orphanage's library, which was pretty big, by the way.

At this exact moment, I was sitting at a large rectangular table, reading The Lord of the Rings. It was my first time reading this book, and I had to agree with what many people said about it—it was extremely good, even though I didn't usually like this kind of detailed text.

"Finally! I found you!" said Margaret, gently opening the library door.

"Grandma?" I say, confused by her tone.

"Sorry for cutting into your reading time, but it's already time to go to bed," she gently informed me.

"Already?" I ask, a bit embarrassed for not noticing the time.

Margaret gives a small laugh at my blushing face. I put the book back in its correct place.

After leaving the library, we walked casually chatting until we reached the second floor, in front of the bedroom door.

"Good night, Sebas."

"Good night to you too," I say as gently as I can.

I enter the room with light steps, so as not to wake the children who were already asleep. I go to my bed and lie down, staring at the ceiling, thinking about my future—maybe going to college, getting a good job, and who knows, starting a family.

The idea of being a hero is quite tempting, but I'm not incredibly smart to use that to become a hero. I also don't have a strong body or natural fighting ability. There's a chance I could be a mutant, but it's definitely very low. But if the opportunity ever arises, I will accept it.

I keep thinking about other random things when I feel my body become light, and slowly, my strength fades away, and I fall once again into the world of dreams.