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Chapter 1
Poppy
Slipping on my worn black waterproof, and placing my feet in a pair of crimson wellies, I braced myself for the assault of British weather sure to perfect the whole windswept damp hair look that i was going for. I grabbed my duffel back, and tripping over the doorstep, I ran for the cover of my car.
Well ... when I say car.
My rusty pickup truck stuttered to a start, once, twice, eleven times before the engine caught and I twisted in my seat to maneuver the narrow driveway to my house. My house, that I shared with my 7 other gifted members of my family. 1 savant Mum, 1 savant Dad, and 5 bitchy savant sisters to share them between. I counted myself out of that number, no way was I getting stuck in the whole 'mum and dad attention spiral' thing. Not again anyway.
I pulled into my destination and cut the engine. Clambering over the lumpy seats, I grabbed my bag and swung through the non-existent back window. Patting the sky blue chipped paintwork I prayed that wasn't the last run for my baby. I leapt down from the creaking trunk and strode across the barren car park towards the street, before rounding the corner and heaving open large wooden doors. I was tempted to use my savant Telekinesis powers, but knowing that I would be seen in the broad daylight, I mustered all the strength I retained in my arms and pushed.
Tristan
You know, there's something to be said about fate. You never know when that son of a bitch is gonna crack his iron whip, but you sure as hell know you're gonna feel the consequences. I dragged a hand roughly through my hair and wondered where the hell that had come from. I'm not normally a deep thinker, and I certainly wasn't planning on become a boy with hidden layers any time soon. As I wandered down London's unfamiliar streets I found myself walking in a circle, yet it was only on my third time round my route that I noticed the music drumming from a shabby little building to my left.
Blinds pulled at the windows foiled my plan to inconspicuously discover the source of the beat, but I was eager for a distraction, and so I slipped easily through the heavy wooden doors into a scruffy foyer, following the sound of the music through a corridor and into a mirrored well lit studio.
A willowy girl stood in the middle of the space, her golden curls falling carelessly down her back. Her eyes were drawn shut but I could tell she wasn't confused, she was waiting for something. The music swelled into a chorus, and the girl snapped into reality. She slid her arms through the air and pivoted on one foot before falling gently to the floor and kicking into a side split, her body arching back and her arms dropping to her sides. In one swift movement she was up again, twirling and leaping before sliding into a series of complicated kicks.
The way she moved was stunning, her red leotard and tiny black shorts highlighted her slender figure, and her golden locks never once remained still. There was something about the way she moved, I couldn't drag my eyes away even though I knew she'd see me.