"Ew, do I really have to go through this? I don't see the point of going through my crappy past that nobody will give a crap about. Ugh, what? I have to? Well, ƒµç╪ you.
"January. My parents are a classic story. Boy meets girl, girl meets boy, they fall in love, girl dies, boy drops into depression, boy meets someone new who is head over heels for them, boy finally gets the ƒµç╪ over their deceased lover and marries the living one and has kids. Gosh, Dad, you had to be so ƒµç╪ing complicated, didn't you? Love's complete bull****. You should have learned that by now.
"February. Twins are born. Here's where me and Rai come in. I'm a quiet baby. Rai, not so much. I'm younger by a couple of minutes, and I cba to remember the exact number. Our parents adore us, or so that's what supposedly happens. Then the bills start coming in, and poverty hits. Sh!t goes down.
"March. We're barely a year old when they start fighting. I have a good memory, Rai says so. It's why I'm so good at math, but whatever. I've had it apparently since I was a baby, because I can still vividly make out their yelling. It's not nice, but probably how all those cuss words got installed into my brain. I'll have to thank my parents for that.
"April. Whoop-de-ƒµç╪ing-do, we're four years old. I like fire. I like seeing it consume the paper. Dad takes the lighter away from me, and I bawl my eyes out. How pathetically innocent I was back then. Parents argue. First time they pull me and Rai apart to sleep in different houses. I couldn't sleep and cried all night. Dad got sick of it and we went back to being in one house.
"June. They've calmed down a bit. Things have settled down. It's quiet. I steal the lighter and the matches all the time and I set the living room table on fire. Dad yells at me and locks me in the cupboard for the night. Rai gets me out. I set fire to the brooms.
"July. Dad disappears. Mom - gross, never let me repeat that again - tells us he'll come back. He doesn't. I nearly burn down the living room but Parent #2 doesn't say anything. I learn how to pick locks. I find a broken gramophone in the attic. I fix it. Rai is so happy.
"August. School is hell. I scream at the kids to leave me alone. I burn off some kid's pigtails. Guidance counselor. Parent #2 takes me to a therapist. I don't cooperate. I kick and scream and yell for Dad. Rai is in the other room, screaming for me. We go home, and Parent #2 is silent the entire way home. It hurts. I burn down the whole house. I'm barely alive. I'm on flames and I'm terrified. I wake up and I don't have a foot and a hand. Parent #2 is crying.
"September. Rai and I are magic. I finally know why I can burn things without matches. We get shipped off to magic school. I hate it. I hate homework. I hate people. I borrow (I was feeling nice enough to not steal) books from a Muggle library. I like them. I like engineering. I like fixing things.
"November. Two years of magic school. I still don't like it. I build myself my own foot and hand so I don't limp around like a handicap anymore. I don't want their pity. I don't want their sympathy. Feelings, yuck. I steal the materials. Parent #2 finds out and gets mad at me then cries. She goes and pays for the things.
. Something went wrong. Really wrong. Dad's been found dead. Parent #2 wakes us in the middle of the night and says we're moving to Britain. We're transferring schools. I don't really care. It can't be any worse than here in Korea. Can it? I don't know. We pack up, we take everything we can, and leave. For good, probably. What happened to Dad? Parent #2 doesn't want to say. They don't want to talk about it."