Holt on

Who am I? Why am I? When am I?

I woke up confused.

Was this the big reveal? was this the day I get to know my name and face?

Probably not.

What was my name? is this what dogs felt when they were learning their name? or was a jo dee type of situation for them?

Too many questions and nobody had answers. Well. The ones that did I couldn't move or communicate with. Atleast I was warm.

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I could move. I was mobile. I was ready to take it on and be feared.

The first move I went to crawl I fell flat on my face crying.

I was a tad embarassed that I didn't have control over my emotions, but I never had, I did in fact die younger than intended.  Potty training and diapers.....was a factor I would erase from my memory for life.

My sibling was doing no better, they were trying hard to best me though. A competative little shit I guess. 

Cute one though.

I watched passively as they,which I learned was a girl and name Katie, stood her ground on all tiny fours and wiggle around, even rocking back and forth. It was kind've..adorable.

I thought I wasn't for team kids  even though I was one myself,before in a past life which was just plain wrong to think, I was now screaming and cheering for her.

Which meant I was babbling and spitting and flinging my fist. 

It seemed motivating for her enough, we had tried so much before and came up with the same results but I began getting louder and louder as she shuffled herself a few inches forward happily making noise.

Our mother looked extremely amused while lightly clapping and chuckling.

I was pretty sure she wanted to take us to where our dad and brother were, from the gestures and words they produced I was sure of it that my assumption of this family being big fucking nerds was absolutely correct.

I was glad we were too young to be around there, I really didn't like technology. Devil box. I was no baby boomer, but it was so annoying. You'd think you'd get away from people on there but no there was just even more people available with even less of a filter. One of them was even the cause, the start of uh, weird thoughts and locked bathroom time.

Wait, not that kind, I wasn't sexually frustrated I was like...dark frustrated? negative I guess. I never did ever experience sexual frustration thankfully. Didn't see the point in it I guess?

Looking back on this time, I was even more of a dumbass, my mothers looks, my sisters looks. Their personality, the smells of weird italian dishes sometimes filling the air, technology spilling out everywhere. Or like, at least normally for them.

I hadn't learned their name until I caught my parents flirting which was insane to me because i'd never had parents do that before, I think I caught a glimpse of them holding hands once. It made me think of those aliens that reproduced by skin contact so they avoided it until wanted.

He'd said something about Mrs Holt.

Mrs Holt.

Holt.

It was them.

I didn't stan them or anything but come on, a bunch of smart people? no go.I don't want those kinds of standards pushed on me. I wonder if my reading skills and such were better though?

I waved the thoughts off. And looked at my sibling,She was bigger than me, and I knew that she was short in the show, which meant she could have ....certain bragging privellages I didn't want her to have.  

She was inquisitivley babbling at me,Huh. O' wise one already?

I looked down at my tiny hand and raised it slowly to the best of my ability. And pressed it to her forehead.

It confused her greatly. My impact.

She did it back while making a baby giggle, I copied the noise myself, it was fun. I liked this.