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Poppy

Four days later I still couldn't get that idiot out of my head. He kept popping up at irregular moments, whenever I was reminded of something remotely american, or whenever someone mentioned dancing. He Waltzed into my mind when someone talked about an attractive person or even when I saw the colour grey.

This wasn't normal.

Don't get me wrong, I still loathed the guy. So how could I like him as well?

One thing I knew for sure, I could never love my soulfinder, even if it wasn't him. Not after seeing the 'soulfinder bond' in my parents. They tore each other apart every day of my childhood, and left my sisters and I scarred for life. We grew up never fully trusting family, because we couldn't see how a 'love' like our parents shared could ever end up with something beautiful.

Samelie, my oldest sister murdered her own soulfinder when he came looking for her, because she was so scared of the pain he would bring with him.

My other sisters are equally ruined, but all in their own ways. Alex uses her mind manipulation powers to get everything she wants, and every boy she wants. She uses them and tosses them away, like empty milk cartons. My youngest sister is 10, and she has yet to even discover her gift. She is so scared that she won't have one that she rejects all evidence of savant life. She won't speak to Mum or Dad, or any of the rest of our family and she hates the idea of contact with another gifted one. She's quite strong-minded for a 10 year old.

I'm the middle child, along with Casey and Charlie. A triplet.

They hate me.

So you can see how I don't have so much faith in love or trust in soulfinder nonsense.

I cast all thoughts of the stranger from my head, and focused instead on preparing for the Savant ball, hosted by the Benedict family. I slipped on my baby blue dress, and fixed my hair in a messy bun, with several strands escaping to make my face feel less bare.

'POPPY GET DOWN HERE WE'RE GONNA BE LATE.' My mum called up to me, and I rushed out of the room, grabbing a black clutch on the way out.

My mum started to call again just as I was running down the stairs. 'FOR GODS SAKE PO-'

She turned around, and seeing me standing there in front of her gave up shouting. With a disgruntled look on her face she started rounding up my other sisters.

'Nice dress,' sneered Casey. 'Really -'

'Gross.' Charlie tried to finish her sentence. She gave Casey a harsh look and said 'What the hell Case! I thought we were trying to put her down, not build her confidence.'

Casey gave a disgruntled snort and pushed her sister out of the door. ' Oh my God could you be any stupider? I was using sarcasm dumbo.'

Tristan

I slumped down in my seat. I was surrounded by rich, well dressed savants, all pretending to converse intelligently with other savants. The high, arched ceilings of the London ballroom created an echoey underlying tune to the classical music, and couples tried desperately to dance in time with the confusion of rhythms.

One large chandelier highlighted the centre of the room, lighting the polished oak dance floor, and drawing attention away from the partners standing on each others toes. The circular table where I was seated was positioned with the others, around the edges of the ballroom, and was encircled with 6 intricately decorated high backed chairs.

They were not comfortable.

I had been asked by my parents to sit at a table where I knew no one, in order to evenly spread the Benedict family through the room, and as my family were hosting the event, I saw it as an order not a plead. I would much rather have sat with Xav, or Yves and made fun of rich leeches eating away at our money, but I wanted to keep my parents happy so I did as they said.

An hour came and went, and the empty seat next to me was not occupied. It was only five minutes until dinner was served that I heard the scrape of wood on wood and looked to my left to see a wave of blue and gold hair attempting to pull the heavy chair out from the table.

I kicked it with my foot from under the table and she looked up to thank me.

My jaw dropped and I saw her eyes darting around the room for a quick escape, but she was too late, waiters were milling everywhere with drinks and trays of food.

The girl.

She had not left my mind since I had first seen her, and my heart literally skipped a beat when I looked into those sapphire eyes once more.

Sorry I'm drawing this out quite a bit:) I promise they'll get talking soon xox