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Michelle had cried herself to sleep, and she opened her eyes to a different day, a different month, a different year.

June 17, 2012.

Michelle sighed and stood up, feeling even more awkward in her twelve year old body than in her thirteen year old version.

Michelle stood up and approached the door. She turned the knob and exited her room; laughter floated up from downstairs, as well as the delicious scent of pancakes.

Michelle smiled as she rushed down the stairs. She may be aging backwards, but most kids forget their problems when pancakes and sugary syrup are involved.

"Morning!" she chirped as she entered the kitchen.

"Morning, Michelle," her dad said as he served Tommy a pancake cut into relatively small pieces.

Michelle sat at her place at the table and immediately took a bite of the fluffy pancakes. Tommy giggled, and a piece of pancake fell out of his lips.

"That's disgusting," Michelle muttered.

Why did she say that? Tommy was barely one; he hadn't exactly been studying the ways of manners and etiquette.

"He's a baby, Michelle," Mrs. Webster said, sternly, as she wiped the syrup from Tommy's chin. "He can't control it."

Michelle only rolled her eyes before turning back to her food.

Later that day, Michelle sat on the floor watching television while Tommy played a few feet away from her.

"Ellie!" Tommy gurgled.

She barely turned her head at his voice, but she did look when her parents gasped in excitement.

Tommy was walking.

Michelle watched in boredom as Tommy crossed the room with his first steps and stumbled onto her lap.

He pushed himself back to his feet and held out a block, obviously asking her to play with him.

Michelle wanted to go over to Tommy's corner and play with him for hours because Tommy loved her back then, and she'd taken his love for granted. She made a mental note to never do so again.

Unfortunately, the unknown force that gave her no control over her actions had another idea.

She pushed him. She pushed her one year old brother, who had just taken his first steps, to the ground and turned back to the TV.

"Michelle!" her mother scolded as she stood. "I am tired of this behavior. Insulting Tommy, breaking his toys, pushing him! He needs his sister."

"Whatever," Michelle mumbled as she clicked a button on the remote, even though she wanted to hug Tommy and tell him she was sorry over and over again. Michelle didn't expect the guilt that crashed over her repeatedly ever since she found out The Truth, but it was still punching her in the gut, and it only got worse when she shoved Tommy.

Her mother snatched the remote from her hand and powered off the television.

"Hey! I was watching that!"

"Not anymore. Go to your room."

"Why? Because I shoved the brat?"

"Go!"

Michelle didn't need to be told again. She stomped up the stairs and didn't look back.

Michelle cried as soon as she entered the room. The first time, she'd huffed and sat on the bed, not coming out of her room for anything but to use the bathroom and get a drink for three days. She didn't even eat for three days while her anger cooled. This time, she cried.

Why had she been such a jerk? Tommy was a baby. He'd never done anything to her, so why had she acted like he was her worst enemy?

"Make it end!" she yelled. She wondered how her parents couldn't hear her, but chalked it up to the same unknown force that didn't give her control of her actions. "Send me back to the present or at least let me make things right."

Nothing happened. Either the unknown force didn't hear her or didn't care. Probably the second one.

She was twelve now. She had one year until Tommy was gone, and twelve until she was deaged out of existence. As far as she knew, she would deage one year at a time until it sped up, just like it did when it jumped over a year between Stephanie's missing jacket and March of 2014. It was speeding up, and she needed a solution fast.

Michelle sighed and laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling. She'd have to go to sleep, deage another year. She wouldn't be able to find a solution while confined to her room. Once she woke up, she'd figure something out.

She would get back to the present and make things right with Tommy. That was a promise.

With that thought, Michelle drifted off to sleep.

Michelle is a little distracted with swallowing The Truth about her and Tommy, but once Tommy is deaged out of existence, it'll become all about finding a solution to the time going backwards situation.

See you next time!