This is another fanfiction by me now. I was a huge Code Lyoko fan when I was younger and I continue to watch it's epicness now. Now I thought I should make a fanfiction because I had this one stuck in my brain and it didn't want to leave. This won't be a super long story that never ends, I am kinda gonna follow the plot and make the changes I want to happen. Each chapter will be at least 1500 words and I'm planning on at least 30 chapters, my absolute minimum for me.

The title is subject to change, just a fair warning that it may not be Laini for long.

I do not own Code Lyoko, just my OC.

I held back my groan as I watched my aunt, sister to my mother, practically crumble her sign with my crazy long, and pitifully rich sounding name on it in her deadly grasp as she looked timidly around for any sign of me. My uncle stood behind her, rubbing her shoulders methodically and whispered some words into her ear.

I had been sitting here for the past 15 minutes trying to gain a cool expression right before I had to leave my happy life back in the states. My blue phone I held in my hand held a good 10 missed called and at least 5 texts, and all of them either from my sister or my oh so worried aunt.

I sat there thinking long and hard on what my options were now. I could run from this airport, of course, or I could go and face the two scientists that stood before me. Either option, to me, would end up being bad and hurtful. But going with the scientists made it an easier life before I my world would crumble and fall to pieces.

I pulled down my jackets hood, pulled out my shoulder length, and obnoxious, red hair out onto my shoulders. Then I wrapped my headphones around my iPod, stood up, and walked over to face the family that I barely knew.

"Hello Aunt Clara," I said in French as I approached them, trying to sound a little happy and put a smile upon my face, but failed miserably. "It's good to see you."

My aunt Clara, a nice and simple lady with her dark red hair wrapped into a lazy bun, looked up from checking her purse. Her clothing was a little rumpled skirt and blouse that she might have slept in, and her blue eyes were squinted worriedly, but she still looked high class.

When she noticed it was me, in all my gloomy glory, she dropped her purse with my name sign, ran up to me, and engulfed me into a huge bear hug. "Oh, I'm so sorry we had to make you come here after everything you've just been through! But we don't live in the states, and you refuse to go to a high class prep school in the states, like your sister."

I stiffened and held my suitcases tightly behind me. I stood tall and didn't budge from my spot, choosing to just let her hug me. I didn't want to return this affection right then, not yet.

I looked over her shoulder to, what seems to be, my uncle Richard with his hands in his pockets and his gaze turned to the floor. He had his short black hair slicked back and a grey suit expertly worn. He stood a few feet behind, holding my aunt's fallen things, and looked as if he didn't know exactly how to react. He must be a quiet and serious man if I judged him by his cover.

They both must've been taken from some sort of work related assignment to actually come and see me. They knew what had happened and came to the funeral months ago, but they didn't know I was to go back with them or be in their care when all said was done. That's because I really did procrastinate in telling them my situation, as I did think I would've gone to my grandmother back in the states instead of France.

When I mean procrastinate, I really mean I chose not to tell them that I had to live with them and try to live with my grandmother. She was senile enough not to notice, so I stayed with her through the summer and then the first week of school. I easily gave a white lie and said that they signed over guardianship to my grandmother. But then the school figured out that I lied and that I wasn't supposed to be there and called the higher ups saying that my grandmother was not coherent enough to take care of me.

"It's alright," I said to her simply with a shrug of my shoulders. "I tried to stay in the public school system in the States, but I was caught."

She pulled out of the hug and looked my seriously into my defiant eyes, "You better not do that again. I know the states is what you called home before, but now you're in France and it will stay that way. You're under our guardianship now, and we both want the best for you and your future."

With that she turned back into her smiling and caring self. She patted me on the head like a child and spun herself around, walking back to her loving husband, away from her hating niece. I almost lifted up my hand and showed her my special finger, but thought against it at last moment.

"Just like my parents wanted." I mumbled under my breath when aunt Clara turned her back and walked back to her husband with a skip in her step. I grabbed my suitcase and started following them out of the airport, so I can go see my new 'home'.

I followed them out of the airport and to a the side of the rode with a sleek black, gas burning, almost sports car. I really wondered if they actually worried if someone would take their car, or if they actually liked wasting gas. This was definitely perks for being rich, and I hated it.

I sighed heavily as I opened its tiny trunk and shoved my little suitcases inside. I was so glad I didn't pack heavy, or much, it would have never fit back here. I had to jumped on top of the suitcases to actually get them able to budge inside at all.

Five minutes after my little fiasco of shoving belongings in the back, no thanks to my relatives, I sat in the backseat of the car and watched the water droplets fall from the sky then onto the window. My aunt and uncle sat up front, my uncle driving, and quietly chatted between themselves about work.

"I was just wondering," I spoke up, a thought coming to my brain. "But am I going to a school or something to complete my education fully?"

"Yes, one of the finest in fact." My aunt said looking into the rearview mirror at me. "It's where your parents actually worked at for some time before they left France."

Aunt Clara then rummaged through her bag for a moment and then pulled out a pamphlet. She turned and then handed me the pamphlet happily. I gave here a wary look as I snagged it out of her hand roughly. I gave her one last look before opening the silly piece of paper.

"You're sending me to a boarding school!" I pretty yelled incredulously while looking at the pamphlet for a school called Kadic. "The only reason I actually agreed to come to this dang country was because I didn't want to go to these stupid places!"

I hated all those snobby kids when I went there when I was younger. They all laughed and joked at me because I didn't want to play their silly games of truth or dare, or their love of clothing and mocking the poor. I had to expel myself from so many different schools, and in so many different ways, until my parents actually allowed me to go to a simple public school and stay home.

"No honey," Aunt Clara said softly, trying to calm me down. "This school won't be like that, I promise."

"Promise my ass," I spat at her harshly. I still remember all the schools, and every single one of them ended up in the same conclusion. This one wouldn't be any better in the long run, the only difference is that they will be French. "There has to be some public school for me to just enroll to."

"Watch that language, young lady." My uncle surprisingly shouted as he glared daggers at me through the mirror.

"It's alright Richard," My aunt said to him before turning her gaze back at me. "We aren't going to be around a lot, honey. Our work can take hours to weeks long at some points."

I scoffed, "I can take care of myself."

"I'm sure you can," Clara sighed, "But it wouldn't be right to let you stay alone by yourself. And besides, Kadic is only a mile away from one of our vacation homes, we can visit anytime."

Rich snobs, I thought harshly and glared outside the window. "Just drop me off at Kadic now, it'll be a lot easier."

"Can't do that honey," Clara said turning her gaze to the front of the car. "They want to test your French language skills to see if you're adequate enough to join. Then there is the process of seeing where you rank in the class, you are starting after school started, you have a lot of classes to make up."

"My French is better than most Native speakers," I said while not taking my eyes off the window. "I'm speaking perfectly fine to you, aren't I? I can even speak Spanish and German as fluently as they wish!"

"Well, yes you are, but the school doesn't know that." Clara explained calmly to me, as if this would get me out of my angry fit.

I huffed in annoyance and decided to ignore them from now on. I pulled my grey hood over my head and stuffed my short red hair inside. Then I grabbed my iPod with its headphones and started listening to my music at full blast to block out whatever else they wanted to say. I wasn't going to have any off this crap anymore. Smart scientists, yeah right, they couldn't pin out a simple 13 year olds thoughts from an adult even if they tried.

And I guess they wanted to humor my non-speaking phase, because they didn't try to make a move to try to talk to me the rest of the drive. They probably thought I would get over it in the near future before I left for this happy-go-lucky prep school for high class wannabes. I can play this game for a long time, so let's see who holds out the longest.

About 15 minutes later, we finally arrived at the huge mansion that my family would call a 'extra house'. A simple family of eight could live comfortably for the rest of their lives in this house, and my family now only, at most, consisted of 4 now. I bet it even had a live in maid to have fun in the almost vacant house all the time.

I held back my groan as I shoved open the sleek black car's custom-made fancy door. I lunged myself out, quickly opened the trunk, and almost threw my bags of the car in furious rage. Then I quickly grabbed them from the muddy ground and started dragging them up to the porch in an angry march. I bet my aunt and uncle are having a field day with my personality by saying how cute it was to be all mad.

I waited impatiently as the door because it was securely locked, password and key protected. The grownups took their sweet old-time walking and laughing before finally reaching their front door and pressing in the code, which was 4115. I was going to remember that for future reference.

"Well, here we are." Clara said happily while she piled me into the house. "Your room is on the second floor, just pick whichever one you like more and it's yours."

I rolled my eyes and trudged up the steps. I wasn't staying long, so I had better not unpack anything. I bet that's why they are also making me go to a boarding school; so they didn't have to bother with me and my baggage.

I made it halfway up the steps before a slight dizziness came before me and made me drop my stuff, letting them fall down the steps. Then a searing pain clutched through my brain like a wild fire, causing me to yelp in pain and make me grip the railing for support, and my other hand clenching my forehead.

"Is everything alright Mary Elainie?" I think my uncle called up to me. I couldn't exactly tell with all the fuzziness and blurs filling my head at the moment.

And I didn't have the chance to answer as another, but much worse, searing wave of pain shot through my skull. I held back a scream and backed away, then losing my footing on the steps. I let go of the railing and fell backwards, going down the stairs like my suitcases had done just a few seconds before.

"Laini!" Was what I heard screamed before I hit my head off a step and blacked out into nothingness.

And another thing I will tell you all... you may think my OC is a Mary Sue at first, but she won't, at all. You are looking at stuff in her perspective and things are in her opinion, no one else's. Her life is very complicated, not sad, and all her talents aren't even close to perfect, you can just call them hobbies. Her language skills aren't uncommon because, and I'm still not going to tell you everything, her parents were very smart people that were rich and wanted their children to be the best, yada yada. I could just go on and on, but I'll let you read for yourself, just note the only exceptional thing she can do is speak a bunch of languages fluently.

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