CHAPTER 8
When the gang all went to school the next day and they entered their common room, they found a huge crowd by the bulletin board.
"Wonder what's up," asked the redhead, his arms around the brunette's waist.
"There's a project going on," his twin sister said, looking over the students' head at the huge poster. "In order to be part of it, you need to sign in. It's for the Christmas Festival, that's going to be held here, by the bridge."
"Sounds like a challenge," nodded the FBI.
"Hey, Rayne. Any word from the BBC workshop?" asked Ten.
"Nothing at the moment. It's been a few weeks now. I doubt there is such thing."
"There is," someone called. The gang turned to see James in his seat, his feet up on his desk, a letter in his hands as he waved it in the air. Rayne made her way towards him quickly.
"Did you open it?" she asked.
"Thought I wait for you. After all, it's the two of us," he winked. Rayne blushed faintly and whispered a 'thank you' to the brunette. The 'Tala look-alike' opened the letter and took out the white sheet. He unfolded it and read it once before clearing his throat.
"Mr J Rosa and Ms R Hiwatari," he began to read. "I'm delighted to say that you have been chosen to work with the professionals here at the BBC studio. You will arrive at the location on Friday twenty-eighth of November, where you will do a twenty-day work of making your own single and performing a small video clip. We await your arrival on the twenty-eighth at nine o'clock am."
James stopped there and folded the paper back into the envelope and peered at the girl in front of him.
"Amazing," breathed Alex, looking over at her captain.
"Are you ready for this?" James frowned.
"I don't know about you, but I sure hell am!" beamed the FBI.
James chuckled. "Lets tell Mr Jurgen as soon as we see him."
"I have my Russian exam today after registration with the guy so I'll talk to him first thing," suggested the black-headed girl.
"You have Russian exam?" repeated Tala.
Rayne could only shrug. She got up and walked to the bulletin where there was a thin crowd and read the message.
"Anybody wants to sign up?" she called. There was a around of 'me' amongst them and Rayne began to write down the names. Tala walked up to her, standing behind her, watching her write.
"Something the matter?" asked the girl.
"Nope," he answered. "Just watching how you write. Love the handwriting by the way."
Rayne watched him from the corner of her eyes. "Thank you." She wrote down her name and then Kai's before turning to the man beside her.
"Want your name written down?"
A nod was his only reply. "Tala-"
"Ivanov. I know," she smiled. She wrote his name down in her usual wavy handwriting.
"Ten never writes like that," stated the redhead. "She writes in a print form. No joins up not curly loops, nothing."
"Everyone has their own handwriting, just like they have their own personality," whispered the girl.
"Hey Rayne!" someone called. The two teens turned to Amber who was waving from James' seat. "Can you do that personality thing with the signature?"
"Why?" she asked.
"To pass time?" the blond female sheepishly grinned. Rayne rolled her grey hues and walked back to them. Tala followed, sitting underneath Ten. The female brunette wrapped her arms around his neck, watching the gang.
"OK," the FBI sighed, grabbing a piece of paper and pen. "Just do your signature. And I'll do the rest."
"That's all?" James frowned. Rayne nodded and waited. James started his first, putting his name in print underneath then passed it round the gang. Ten and Tala also wrote down their names and signature. Rayne took the paper and looked over it.
"From what I can see, James personality is full of music, he's calm and has a lot of patience. Ten's handwriting is small so she's shy when doing something new like entering a new school, and she's printing so she can be friendly, but feisty at the same time. Never cross her. Tala's handwriting is big that means his ego is big,"
The gang snickered. Said redhead glared at the girl.
Unfazed she continued. "Loves music and dancing and flirting with every girl he thinks are pretty. Anya's handwriting says that she's feisty, do not double cross her. Rei's handwriting shows that he is wise and trustworthy. Vivien's shows she can fight back and doesn't take insult, so boys do not cross her line."
"I'm guessing the twins have the same handwriting, right?" spoke Ten.
"Not exactly," Rayne shook her head. "For example: Kai's and mine are different, despite the fact that we are twins. His handwriting is thin and tall, with a bit of loops in his 'y', 'g' etc, that means he has short patience, and perfect, while mine is normal, tilted, and wavy. I like adventurous things,"
"So no matter if you have twins, younger or older siblings, or if you are an only child, your handwriting isn't the same?" she asked.
"That's right,"
"Of course," beamed Tala. "Everyone has their own handwriting, just like they have their own personality,"
Everyone stared at him as if he had grown another head.
"Very wise, coming from your mouth," an auburn eyebrow rose, barely hidden behind her fringes. Tala blushed lightly.
"Rayne told me when she went up to sign that project,"
"Good" snorted the heir of Russia. "I'd pulp you if you ever took my sister's words," he received a punch from said girl. "Ooh!" he groaned.
"Right," zoned the FBI soldier, looking down at her twin.
"What was that for?" he glared.
"For being an idiot. You don't stand up for me like that and beside Tala is slightly stronger than you," she flashed him a smile and rolling her eyes she went to her seat. Grumbling under his breath, Kai also went to his seat. As Boris entered the room with the register, the rest of the gang returned to their seat.
"Morning, student. Mr Richard will be late this morning so I'm taking your register. You should know what I expect from you throughout the twenty minutes, so I suggest you get started on something quietly," he greeted, getting right to the point.
There was a round of shuffling noises as the students reached down to their bags and taking out something to do, all in silence. Boris went through the register. Once everyone was ticked in, he called out the announcement.
"Rayne you've got Russian exam after registration in the hall… Drama club needs to be in the drama room for the meeting… tickets to watch the 'Romeo and Juliet' play are 50p each, get them before they are all sold… Rowel, Roman, Tallish and Jasmin have year detention… and that it's," announced the deputy head.
The bell suddenly rang and scraping off chairs was heard. The students got up and swinging their bags over their shoulders, they left the room.
"Good luck Rayne," the gang chorused as they exited the room. Rayne winked at them in general and waited for Boris to pack his stuff into his briefcase.
"Nervous?" he asked as he walked alongside of her down the corridor.
"I'm ok, at the mo," she replied, looking ahead. "I think I'll be having butterflies in my stomach soon."
"You'll be fine. Remember, Russian is your first language," he wrapped an arm around her in a one-arm hug before letting her go. As soon as they both entered the hall, the exam conditions fell and they both entered quietly.
Since it was only the FBI soldier doing the exam, the instructions weren't necessary to be called out and Rayne just went straight to work as soon as Boris said the phrase 'you may begin'.
Rayne opened the page and found that she would be doing the reading paper first. Taking a deep breath Rayne read the extract and wrote down the answer on the sheet after the question.
Thirty minutes have passed and Rayne was halfway through the test. Things were easy but as she concentrate one question for every two minutes, she doubt that she has enough time to check it through thoroughly, but pushing that thought at the back of her mind, she continued her exam.
"Time's up," she heard Boris called. Rayne placed her pencil back into her bag and stretched.
"Not bad at all. A bit confusing from time to time but other than that it was good," she commented.
Boris nodded. "I looked through it as well and it does seem hard. But knowing your knowledge, you should be fine."
And with that they duo left the hall.
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"One! Two! Three!" cried the black-headed girl. And the loud music was played by various musicians. Rock music was heard and the players were all thrashing their head forward.
To
every broken heart in here
Love was once a part, but now it's
disappeared
She told me that it's all a part of the choices that
your making
Even when you think you're right
You have to give
to take
Ten was sitting in the studio room, watching through the glass as Rayne sang and her brother playing his guitar, smiling to herself.
"They sure make a great team," spoke the redhead male. Ten nodded.
"I wonder if there's anything but friendship between them," she spoke thoughtfully. "If you know what I mean."
Tala frowned as he gazed over the FBI, and there was a flash that went through his mind. He rubbed his temple.
"Everything alright?" the brunette asked.
"I'm fine," her boyfriend muttered.
But
there's still tomorrow
Forget the sorrow
And I can be on the
last train home
Watch it pass the day
As it fades away
No
more time to care
No more time, today
'What is happening to me?' Tala thought to himself. Why do I always get some sort of strange dream every time I see her? Every time she cries? Every time she looks at me in a strange way? Why do I feel something strange inside of me? Was it something I did? Or was there something between us?'
Tala shook his head unnoticed.
'That can't be right. I was with Ten. I've dated her for the past two years. I haven't met her since the beginning of September'
The redhead growled at himself and looked over at the captain of the Blade Angels
But
we sing
If we're going nowhere
Yeah we sing
If it's not
enough
And we sing
Sing without a reason
To ever fall in
love
"It hurts doesn't it?" someone spoke softly, almost whispered. The boy turned to look at his twin.
"I don't understand. It's confusing," he whispered. "There's something about her that I don't know. Every time I sleep, I dream, I see her along with the rest of us except Ten and the others weren't there."
Anya nodded, knowing he meant James and Iris.
"I bet you know what's going on?" he turned to her. Anya just stared in front of her.
I
wonder if you're listening
Picking up on the signals
Sent
back from within
Sometimes it feels like I don't really know
whats going on
Time and time again it seems like everything is
wrong in here
"I can't tell you what's between you and Rayne. She know what its about. But you don't. I can't help you I'm sorry, but it's not my place to tell you."
"Then who will?" he roared. Anya just looked at him expressionless. "Your conscious," she whispered and walked away.
Tala breathed hard, looking at the spot Anya had once been. Looking up he turned to Rayne, using his mathematician skill to find the solution to the problem.
But
there's still tomorrow
Forget the sorrow
And I can be on the
last train home
Watch it pass the day
As it fades away
No
more time to care
No more time, today
Kai watched everything at the sideline, and sighed heavily, his brows furrowed.
'Why the long face, dear son?' his mother asked. Now that his sister had taught him to communicate with their dead parents, Kai used all his free time to get to know them.
'I'm worried about the outcome between Rayne and Tala. They were meant to be together and with Tala having amnesia, it's difficult.' He sighed.
'Give them time,' she spoke soothingly. 'Everything will turn out OK.'
But
we sing
If we're going nowhere
Yeah we sing
If it's not
enough
And we sing
Sing without a reason
To ever fall in
love
'It's difficult to think about him and me when together compare to him and Ten being together. We were both happy, and they are happy, but with me grieving in the dark. I wish he had his memories back soon. It's not fair that he had to be almost killed, let alone lose something so precious to him.'
Well
we sing if we're going nowhere
Yeah we sing if it's not enough
And we sing
Sing without a reason to ever fall in love
"Dear Jesus," prayed Boris as he sat on the bench in the church near the school. "Hear my pray. Please help Tala bring his memory back…"
"Dear Jesus," prayed Mr. Dickinson, sitting beside Boris. "Hear my pray. Please bring happiness and peace to the world once again."
But
we sing
If we're going no where
Yeah we sing
If it's not
enough
And we sing
Sing with out a reason to never fall in
love
To never fall in love again