Published: 11/5/2015; Thursday; 9:39pm; Unedited

A/N: VERY IMPORTANT PLEASE READ! I want you guys to know I hate author notes, they add on to the word count and I probably won't make them unless necessary. I just want to tell those who have followed me from my original story of this, that this will follow (somewhat) the beginning before the big back-track.

Just wanted to let you guys know that I made a tumblr meant simply for this story. I will soon be posting things from the original SAM and later into this story and make it as if it's Lacie's blog. So if you want to follow (if you have a tumblr that is) just look up frogtwintopmagician. I will respond to fanmail and questions, but you have to refer to what age she is so that I may know which Lacie you're trying to ask (ex: 16yr old Lacie, what do you blah blah blah)(I will basically be role playing as Lacie, since she is my character). That is all.

Sorry for the long wait, enjoy!

Chapter 3

Growing up in France was a definite change than growing up in the States, everything I did had to be learned through trial and error. While I had taken French for two years in school, I simply took it for the needed language credits to graduate, but now I actually needed to know the language for every day purposes.

But even things I did every day in school were leaving my mind, like it didn't matter enough to stay in my long-term memory. It worried me, really. What if I forgot my dad? My mom? That wasn't something I was willing to forget, I couldn't let go of my memories of them ever!

Without realizing I was working my still unstable emotion as a child, tears formed in my eyes and I started crying. Fran came running in from the other room immediately, dress in nothing but his diaper, socks and a shirt. When he reached me, he plopped beside me before leaning over to hug me, but as a learning child, he only managed to knock us both over. But, I knew this was him trying to comfort me, being my twin brother, it was more like he was the older one at times.

Grandmother came in and smiled at us, I looked at her and sniffed, trying to push Fran off me without any luck.

We were five; I had lived five years in this new life of mine, and I still had no clue where the hell I was. Maybe I had just been reborn in France and my family is still out there somewhere.

'I wish.'

It didn't explain the weird things here, and the indigo colored fog I could always see around Fran, and the color of his hair, and apparently it was a family thing to get these strange purple triangles under our eyes, though mine were longer than Fran's. It was a very weird genetic thing that I will probably never fathom in this lifetime.

Remember when I said that Fran would probably smart when he grows up? Yeah, I should have known better. While he had shown promise when he was three months old, he just stayed at that level until we were two, and then he started picking more things up (mostly from me) while I was still a super-human baby. But I had to stop doing things a baby wouldn't normally do because I had found out that my body wasn't able to handle the advancement and was hit by a fever of 102.4 Fahrenheit (39.1 Celsius)— which was dangerous for my already weak body— when I exceeded my capabilities.

I couldn't help it though, being a baby was boring.

I had endured five years of trying to be a normal child (to no avail), and I was ecstatic because I could basically absorb everything like a sponge, of course, I didn't show it. Right, I had found that I was near incapable of showing emotion, along with Fran, not even in my tone of voice. The only way to make me show anything, I would have to be hit by strong enough emotions, but otherwise I looked bored, blank, and was monotone.

It was strangely familiar, but I couldn't remember from where.

I watched quietly as Fran was lifted up and taken back to the other room to finish being changed. We were being dressed for our first day of school, Grandmother stating that we had advanced minds and would easily catch up with the class.

As much as I loved the ego boost, I couldn't help but feel worried about Fran. I knew that we were, in fact, advanced for five year olds, but would he be okay?

"Lacie?" I turned to look at Fran, he pulled on my sleeve. "You're thinking again."

I nod, "You sure we can do this?" He stared at me for a moment, then helped me stand, then he grabbed my hands, holding them tightly.

"We're twins, brother and sister, as long as we stay together, we can do whatever."

I nodded, and took one of my hands from his and held out a pinky instead, "Forever-ever?"

He hooked his pinky with mine, "Forever-ever."

"Lacie! Fran! Let's go, we're going to be late on your first day!" We started walking towards the front door, but my body jerked suddenly, making me stop in my tracks, my suddenly images in my head that I couldn't explain.

Of a boy with gravity-defying, brown hair, doe-like eyes, and a welcoming smile, which immediately flashed to a different image of him with glowing, orange hues, narrowed as he analyzed whatever was in front of him, a pure, orange flame on his forehead. The image changed, Fran was fighting alongside a teenager with blue hair, oddly styled like a pineapple, a baby with green hair, a green pacifier, in a lab coat and others in the background against people I could not name without getting a headache.

Suddenly the boy with brown hair seemed to look at me, and his mouth opened-

"Lacie?" I blinked, looking at Fran with confusion. "You okay?" I nod slowly, thinking about the images, all of those people making something click in my mind. But what?

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Somewhere in Namimori, in Kawahira realtor's, Kawahira— known as Checkerface to no one but him— glared at his ramen. How could he had made such a mistake? He never makes mistakes, but then he thought about the power she received and concluded that she could fix it herself once she learned to control it. He'll let things roll out naturally, or until he is forced to step in and place her back in the original place intended.

Still, how could he have put her in the wrong timeline?