Published: 12/13/2015; Sunday; 7:34pm; Unedited

Chapter 6

Days went on without him, and every day became more bearable than the last because I knew what to expect. I knew not to expect him to be there, I knew not to hope that he would come back.

I knew that he would never see me unless I go to him.

My visions had stopped after he left, leaving me with anxiousness for the weird people to show up. The people in cloaks, bandages, chains, and top hats; that was all I had to wait for.

It had only been three months since Fran's leave, and I still waited for them, and even though I shouldn't, I still held on to the tiniest of hope that maybe one day Fran would visit or even send something. I was desperate to keep the thought that, deep inside, he still thought of me like I thought of him.

Wow, I never realized that I gave off the impression that I was in love with him…gross.

I went to school as usual, becoming a loner in the process without Fran there. When the teachers, and even some kids, asked where he had gone, I just told them the truth, "He went on his big adventure in life." I didn't mean to push people away, I even thought I could make friends, but I only did the opposite in the process.

I sighed, looking up to the sky as I sat on a swing, swinging slowly, the wind blowing my hair around (and definitely in my face, thanks wind, thanks) as the other children around me played with each other. The kid that seemed to like me turned to hate me instead, not that I cared, and as I observed more (since Fran was no longer around to distract me) I found out that most of the male population in almost all the grades in the building seemed to hold some infatuation towards me in some way, even some girls. It confused me greatly, but I ignored it, but thought of previous memories like this, but they all lead to the same answer, and this was my reply to said answer.

I refuse to be in a reverse harem.

"Hey," I jumped slightly, turning to see a boy with shining blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes that stared at me weirdly, "why aren't you playing with others?"

"You're new," I replied immediately, realizing I had never seen him around before. Only kids of the same grade were allowed to be together for group classes, lunch, and during recess until middle school and high school. "They don't want to play with me."

"Why?" Something in the back of my head told me that he was smarter than all these other kids around, like he would be able to understand me even if I were to extend my vocabulary. "I mean, you have weird hair, eyes, and those purple things, but you seem fine." My eye twitched.

"My hair is not weird," I argued, "and these are birthmarks, thank you."

"Birthmarks?"

"Yes."

"I don't believe you."

"Not my problem then."

"What class are you from?"

"Why are you talking to me?" I finally snapped, glaring at the boy, who blinked and grinned at me.

"Because you're different from the other kids, you're smart," I frowned at his reply, narrowing my eyes at him. "I'm smarter than them too, maybe even more than you," he taunted.

"I don't know what you mean," I scowled, hopping down from the swing and walking past him, deciding on going back to class from the rest of recess.

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The boy stared after the girl, Lacie, the 'bad girl' of the grade. He was smart, being tutored since he was two, and exceled in many areas, his brain was as high as second year of middle school, and for Lacie, he had no idea how far ahead her intelligence was. Maybe less than his, maybe above, and maybe even around the same level.

He wanted to learn more about her, she was a curious being unlike most. But what caught his attention the most was the atmosphere around her. While she obviously wanted nothing to do with anyone around her, the air around her was full of sorrow, but the moment he caught her attention it turned hostile.

"Toto," he called out, his ever faithful and just as smart butler and best friend with lilac hair and emerald eyes, who was the same age as him, appeared with indigo mist dispersing into thin air. The boy's face was bored, but only around his master, his friend, did he show emotion.

"Yes?"

"Did you confirm it?"

"She indeed has the mist flame, sir. A strong one as well."

"Hmm…mother was right, she looks exactly like the boy," he smiled and waved his friend away, who concealed himself once again, and the blond followed the girl's footprints in the ground quickly, seeing if he could find her classroom. "It's a shame we'll have to kill her before she can learn to control her power like the other boy."

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"Grandmother, I have to go, I will be late for practice," I called out tiredly, yawning after I finished my sentence. I had just woken up from a nap, and threw my medium length hair into a high ponytail, my leotard under my shorts and t-shirt. I put on my slip-on shoes and readjusted my bag on my shoulder as I walked out of the house.

"Alright! Be careful on your way there and back!" she called back from the door, closing it for me. I sped up my pace into a jog, not wanting to be late. I had joined gymnastics, and so far, I had a great talent for it and I found it hilarious because I know I wouldn't have in my previous life. I was flexible, but not like this. It scared me how flexible I was really, but I figured I might as well have some talent like this before I decide to involve myself with any dangerous matters.

I reached my gym, entering, signing in heading towards the locker room, setting my stuff in my locker, taking off my shirt and shorts leaving me in my practicing attire. It was time to practice a triple hand spring, which I had been having trouble getting a proper grip on the concept of landing with falling, missing, or killing my ankles.

I sighed, using another hair-tie to put my hair in a bun so it wouldn't get in my line of vision. I greeted my coach who pointed to the empty training area I normally used to practice and walked over. Dipping my feet in the white powder before stepping onto the blue mats, and breathed, the music already playing through the speakers setting my mood.

I can do this.

Running forward, I throw my hands up, and jumped. My vision whirled as I performed three handsprings, but with another push at the end, I spun, throwing my legs out to stick the landing.

Only to land on my back.

'Damn it.'

I lied there for a moment, thinking about where I went wrong, sighing and standing up. Time to try again…