most people are lucky, not to move as kids. Lucky if their parents live the rest of their lives in the house their own kids grew up in. still be able to see their childhood.
For me? i'm not lucky.
My name is Eight.
i'm not a hargreaves either.
when i was three, mr hargreaves took me in, my parents asked since i apparently had "super human powers".
Mr Hargreaves told the others i wasn't a sibling, and that i was a friend, living with them. He told them i was different. Yeah, I was different from my freak 'roomates'.
fast forward to now. i'm still stuck in my 13 year old body.
what the fuck? is probably what your wondering.
when five left, i couldn't bare it.
i wouldn't eat, i wouldn't sleep. i just wanted him back.
i still went on missions.
one of the missions i got tired, of fighting. while the paparazzi surrounded us, i spacial jumped back to the umbrella academy. i got my bags and time traveled, five probably did that.
i got stuck in the future.
on march 24th my asshole 'guardian' died.
a newspaper i found in the apocalyptic wasteland said Regionald Hargreaves, Billionaire has passed away.
oh how i hated that man, he ruined my life, and my 'friends' as well.
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