Obviously, being good at theory wouldn't necessarily translate into a good output. Alexander has his hypered memory to assist with that.

All he did was recount what he distinctly remembered and supplemented it with what screenwriting lessons and film books have thought him.

The Back to the Future documentary he had watched also made major contributions to his conceptions.

With the wide array of time travel movies he has watched still rendering in his mind, supplementing and completing the Back to the Future trilogy was a matter of time.

However, with the scene sketches he chose to keep, the time of duration ballooned even more.

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Sullivan, the teacher, and his classmates noticed his obsession with filling up blank papers and slowly got used to it.

They didn't investigate much further though as Alexander was way too caught up in his own world and disturbing his zone may lead to complications they didn't want.

Eventually, the 'Ee' trio upgraded him from doodle Creed to possessed Creed.

Miss Hansen was compromising as usual while noting that the boy has clearly upped his grades from before.

Exploring talent while keeping up good grades was okay in her books and that was enough to be in her good graces.

The children could notice the favoritism but didn't complain much as Alexander wasn't being a teacher's pet about it.

There were many more hateful snitches and teacher fawners for them to worry about.

Alexander didn't care much for class dynamics as he was ever closer to finishing his project.

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Two weeks had passed since his birthday and re-life beginnings. The Back to the Future trilogy script plus sketches aka picture book was now completed.

Comparing him to experts in the comic industry and screenwriters in the Screenwriter's Guild, speed and maintained quality was his advantage.

It could be surmised just how relatively faster and skilled he was when comparing expert's work and his stack of papers.

He fully made use of his energetic youth, versatility, and enhanced mind to the fullest. Saturdays, Sundays, school hours, and some overtimes were what he pushed through to make it all happen.

Alexander felt himself being consumed into creativity and also the weariness by the end of it. The end also led to him realize the fact that his enhanced memory was still at steadiness.

His enforced Mind Mansion may not be Sherlock's Mind Palace but it still had its specialty.

The chance of it fading is still open though so with grimace and forward-thinking, Alexander may have to repeat the Back to the Future craziness once again.

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It is another Monday morning and Alexander has already readied himself for another school week.

The folder of bond paper in his bag is evidence that his crazy preoccupation in his classes is not yet over.

His attention wasn't on that though as his eyes were on three piles of papers on his room table.

Each pile had a top page and they were the very images that he had first worked on.

From I to III, the posters were pencil colored and the stacks of papers beneath each of them were the story and sketches that would make their corresponding stories happen.

All with pencil writings and sketches, the phenomenal film trilogy was completed to the best of his abilities.

There may be some changes in the plot from here and there but it was already satisfactory as a replica.

Alexander also didn't stick much to following the original as he changed the main characters Alex and Doc Sully along with others.

The fact that the true originators are still active in the industry and had already cooked up the concept meant that there may be overlap and he didn't want that to be traced as his abnormality.

The changes were also necessary to convince his grandfather that the story came as an inspiration from their life.

He was already plagiarizing and pirating, so why not go full force with it while also being careful with dealing with things. The future he knows is already being rewritten and why not be at the forefront of it

Alexander didn't delay much and headed downstairs to surprise his grandfather with the movie scripts slash picture books.

Each of the final product had a corresponding binder clip of its own, so stacking and separating them was a breeze as he went down to make things happen.

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"Morning grandpa." Alexander greeted with his backpack laid out on the side while keeping the script stack as he moved to his seat on the table.

"Morning to you too, Alex." Sullivan greeted back as he drank his tea and noticed the papers that the boy has been engrossed in for the past few weeks. "What is that on your hands by the way?"

"It is something for later." Alexander replied but didn't expand much about it while mixing his cereal and setting aside the stacks for later.

"Oh." Sullivan was intrigued but didn't mind it much and just observed the independence of the young boy as he ate his own readied food.

The breakfast gathering on the table didn't have much excitement as both were on a tight schedule with all their responsibilities.

After eating they set aside the dishes for the day's babysitter to take care of and all that was left was to wait for the school bus.

Sullivan pretty much starts his day after making sure that Alexander was set for school and locking the house.

It should have been another uninteresting wait but Sullivan was surprised when Alexander handed the curious stack of papers to him.

"What should I do with this?" Sullivan was perplexed before surveying any of the contents. He saw the artwork on the top page and connected two and two together. "Are you going to give this to grandpa to help jumpstart your way into the book industry?"

"Maybe it is maybe it isn't. You could however consider that as my gift for all your help to me, grandpa." Alexander decided to go maturishly childish as always to keep with his new character. "Can you help if I made mistakes with it, grandpa? I want to read the stories to dad and mom."

"Haha! Sure, sure. I can't wait to see what a smart kid like you can do." Sullivan just took his words for it as the concept in the front cover isn't that bad to start with. What kind of grandpa would he be if he didn't support his grandson's dream to be a bookmaker.

"So this was what you were working on?" Sullivan muttered as he picked the top binder up and inspected his grandson's secret project.

Alexander could tell that things were within expectation so he just smiled while looking forward to what his expression would be.

The school bus suddenly sounded its horns and it would seem that seeing his shocked grandpa would have to wait later.

Alexander quickly took off with his bag. "See you later grandpa."

"Uhm. Do keep safe." Sullivan absentmindedly replied as his attention was still on the paper stacks on his hand.