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And so... My eleventh year has come. Although, it's more like a thirtieth birthday! When I died in my previous life, I was 19, and eleven years have passed since the beginning of my new life. So at this point I have no idea where I ended up. All I know is that I'm in London. I have a younger sister, father, mother, aunt and uncle, whom I see quite rarely. My sister's name is Asia, which I think is pretty funny because that's the name of a part of the world. She's a fan of greens and blues, so her entire room is made up of them. It's certainly not pink, but it's still an eyesore. If it were up to me, I would repaint everything there one color, but I don’t really want to. In a past life my name was Amelia, but in this life, guess what? Right! Amalia! Anomaly, yours on the left! What I love? Well, I love fantasy... And snow... That's it, sort of. In fact, I don't even know what I can do in the future... I used to be a programmer, but now, it seems, computers haven't even been invented yet. After all, it’s only 1990... Although no, there is one - Z1. It was created in 1937, but, unfortunately, it can hardly even be called a computer. Just some kind of computer. Well, there is also BK-0011 and its more advanced version - BK-0011M, but, Lord, who am I telling this to now?! I walked slowly around my small room, looking at my magical drawings on the coal-black walls. When I reached the doorway, I stopped and looked thoughtfully at the doorknob. I looked out the window again and grinned at the recently fallen snow. Glory to the snowmen! I quickly pulled the doorknob and ran out of the doorway, then turned the corner, rushed past my sister's room and ran down the stairs. Since I simply couldn't wait any longer, I automatically jumped off the stairs and ran to the kitchen. Flying through the open door, I immediately heard loud congratulations from my parents. They came up to me and hugged me tightly.