Hello! So I didn't update last night as something came up but here is the next chapter. You almost didn't get one today ether but I got home in time to update. The stuff in bold in this chapter is typed.

kariina55 hopefully it'll remain intresting. I generally have no idea what I'm writing

MiiMyselfandTime Well he was always going to come back into it. Ooo sounds good. Sadly I'm too far burried under reading list books to be able to read other things.

So I did own BTR but then they escaped. Darn.

Enjoy!

Kendall slumped down onto his bed. He'd had one weird day. First of all a new girl, then an explosion and finally the new girl again. He honestly had no idea what to make of it all. He'd never believed in supernatural or fantasy like things. This all seemed to weird. The teacher frozen... and that name, Mitchell. Why did it seem so familiar? He grabbed his laptop and quickly opened the internet. He had burned all his year books and other school stuff so this was the only way he could look anyone up. He went onto Google and typed in Logan Mitchell Minnesota. The annoying black words of "no results found" popped up. He tried it without the word Minnesota but still nothing. He was about to give up when a new idea came to him. He typed in "changing history and the department who fixes it" as he remembered that's what the mysterious girl said. After he hit search a chat box typed up with the words

Who are you? Kendall didn't know how to respond to this, Google wasn't meant to have chat boxes... was it?

I could ask you the same question

We asked first.

Ok my name is Kendall Knight. For a while there was no response. Eventually more text popped up.

Why were you searching us?

Because someone is telling me that my history has been changed and I want to know why and who you are to tell me my future Kendall typed angrily.

That is classified

But I want to know the truth. Am I on your records?

Yes

Why?

Classified. This conversation is over. Trust the agent. However you are now is wrong

What if I like the way I am?

We have your file on both how you are and how you're meant to be. We know you hate yourself. This conversation is being terminated. At that point the chat box closed, as did Google. Kendall lent back on his bed. What the hell was that all about? You just didn't get chat boxes on Google telling you that your name was in a file and that you were meant to be someone else. A bang came from downstairs. He didn't move. He really didn't want to speak to his Mum or his sister right now. That's when he decided. All of this was stupid and not real. He would tell the other two that it wasn't real and to back off. If he saw Callie he'd ignore her. If she started talking to him then he might have to hurt her. He was who he was, there was no other him.

James was home alone. His Dad was with his new family who almost near let him in as they found him to annoying to be with. His Mum was working. There was one thing that James had done and that was to keep as many of his old yearbooks as possible. He grabbed the most recent one and flicked to the M surnames. Mitchell didn't show up. He tried the others, none. Finally he picked up the elementary school one. It was old and the pictures were slightly faded. He flicked through until he found the page. The name Charlotte Mitchell stared out at him in bright primary colours. He glanced at the faded pictured. Nothing. He wished that the name meant something, he knew it did but what?

"Honey are you alright?" His Mum asked as she walked in. James almost jumped out of his skin, he hadn't heard her come home.

"Yeah... does the name Mitchell mean anything to you?" He asked.

"No... why?" She replied. Something was wrong, James realised it immediately. Who was this Mitchell person?

"Just a name that came up. I feel like I ve heard it before." James said.

"I think they used to live here. I'll go make dinner." She said quickly before leaving. James lent back. That was weird. First of all she denied knowing them and then she said they lived here. Just what had he forgotten? He stared back at the picture. There was something vaguely familiar, as if he'd seen her before.

Carlos managed to escape from the noisiness of downstairs. He loved his siblings to pieces but sometimes he wanted some peace and quiet. Because he was the oldest he had his own room. It was a converted attic. Unlike the other two he knew the name Mitchell well, and also why he knew it. He opened one of the drawers and looked over the newspaper documents in there. They were from that day, the day that kept him awake at night. He didn't read the articles but the name Mitchell screamed out at him. Logan however did not. This whole thing made no sense. He looked at the black and white photo of a happy family. For a brief second something in the back of his mind screamed that he knew them but it died afterwards and he forgot all about it. He thought back to Kendall and James earlier. How could he have been friends with them? He looked back down at the articles. The words were moving. Changing into a different headline. He stared at the supernatural behaviour.

"Carlos, dinner!" His Mum yelled up the stairs. Carlos looked away from the article for a mere moment but when he looked back the headline had returned to normal. Something seriously weird was going on.

Carlos lent against his locker. He'd been looking for Callie all morning with no luck. It was as if she had vanished into thin air.

"I see you've had no luck ether." James said as he walked over.

"No. Something weird happened last night. I was looking at some old newspapers and the headline changed. The name Mitchell was there." Carlos replied.

"I asked my Mum... she said one thing and then another. I found a Charlotte Mitchell whose the same age as us though, well I found the name." James said. A few people were giving them weird looks, but most people didn't know who Carlos was.

"So what do we do?" Carlos asked.

"Nothing." Kendall said as he suddenly came up behind them. The two other boys turned to face him.

"What?" James asked.

"We do nothing. This is all madness. How can our pasts have been changed?" Kendall hissed.

"We can't just ignore this?" James replied. Kendall suddenly grabbed him by the collar and pushed him up against the locker.

"Drop it. I'm not getting involved and risking my family. We are hated people and that's it." Kendall hissed menacingly.

"Something happened last night didn't it?" Carlos asked.

"Just forget it." Kendall replied and dropped James to the ground before storming off. Carlos bent down to help James who pushed him away.

"He's right. We are who we are." James replied before walking away. Carlos lent back against the locker. They were right. All of this was ridiculous.

"Dude what was that all about?" Curt asked as he walked over.

"Nothing. Just some stupid idea I had. Forget it." Carlos said as he realised that the other two were right. How could they have been different people? Across the room the new school counsellor smiled. Her work was done. They weren't going to remember their past anytime soon. Everything would remain as it was. Just as she had made it. If she could pull this off then bigger projects could be undertaken. Ones that could impact the future dramatically.

The Mitchell family was driving through America. Minnesota was disappearing behind them. Logan was relieved. He'd had a weird feeling there. He just wanted to get to his new home and reinvent himself. Just as long as Minnesota was far away.

Tada! I really have nothing to say here...

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