A.N: Alrght! 3 chapter in a row under 1 hour. I'm proud of myself :D

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Two Weeks Before Mello's 7th Birthday

"Mr. Leo, could you please send Mihael Keehl to the principals' office please?" the speaker announced in the room full 6th graders. [Yeah. Mello's that good.]

"He'll be right down. Ok Mihael, here's the pass, go straight there and come back so you can finish your test." All the gifted 6th graders were required to take an assessment test to see whether they needed something more suitable for their intelligence.

"Yes, sir," Mihael replied while walking out the door. Once inside the office, Mello asked, "Um… Is something wrong sir?" The principal looked… fidgety? Anxious? Though he was running a school full of pre-teens, and in his case, one six year-old, he looked more stressed than usual. The principal gave a long sigh.

"Why don't you sit down? I think you might be here a while."

"Yes sir." He sat in the chair opposite the principals'. "Did something happen?"

"Would you like some chocolate?" He offered. He knew the boy loved chocolate obsessively.

"Thank you sir," Mello did not hesitate to eat the chocolate. Little did he know that the chocolate was drugged with a medication that would make him fall asleep. The principal knew this, of course, and had the nurse do it for the boy's, his, and the entire student body and staff own safety. Mihael was known to be a little emotional. He also knew that the drug would take effect in 15 minutes. He had to bring it out and say it at just the right time.

"Well… For one thing, you have the best grades in the entire sch- no… the entire country. The assessment you took last week was different from everybody else's. It was a potential test. And it shows that you have a lot of potential." This is going good so far, thought the principal. He's already done with the chocolate bar… I'm so sorry Mihael. That I have to bring it out like this. There was silence for about a minute.

"Oh. Well, that's great! But, does mean I'm switching classes again? I might be smart, but… it does take a little catching up." The principal chuckled.

"Yes. But not only different classes, a different school." Yes, Mihael. You'll be going to a new school with new classes… You'll be going to new home too.

"Oh. Well I guess it's still good!" Mello shrugged. But suddenly, he felt a little tired. And he remembered about the test he was taking.

"Umm… if there's nothing else, sir, may I go back to my…" He yawned. "may I go back to my class?" The drug was working faster than he thought it would. Then again, Mihael is only 6… Nearly 7… What a tender age.

"Actually, there was one more thing wished to talk to you about."

"What is it?" He stifled another yawn. He couldn't help it. His eyelids felt so droopy and he fought to stay awake.

"Well, Mihael…" The boy looks like he's just about to crash. "Mihael…"

Mihael could scarcely hear him anymore. But he still heard those last four words.

"You parents… are dead."

Mello fell limp in the chair.

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Whaddya think so far?

Ugh. My hands are freezing! It's friggin' 47 degrees in Florida… In case you didn't know, that's not normal Florida weather. Normal is about 70-100's...