Okay so in this Peter is 22, and so is Jade.

Disclaimer: I do not own Finding Sky...yet. Sorry it's only short.

Dedicated to: BlueDreamer31 - thank you for my first review I hope you enjoy this.

The sun streamed in through the windows, it was mid-day and the blistering heat had allowed us to get the afternoon off from schooling because the heat was too hot to concentrate. My windows where open and a small breeze was pushing the soft muslin that hung in front of the glass, the purple curtains pushed to the side. The sound of busy Jakarta traveled with the wind. Our mandatory uniform was to stay on despite the heat. Consisting of dark blue skirt, suit Jacket, a blouse and dark blue vest, I'd already through my jacket across the room and undone the buttons on the vest, my hair up in a messy do to keep the hair off my skin to cool down. I pushed my knee socks to my ankles and wonder how Jonn can sit there in full uniform and tights. However she was sitting directly beneath the AC.

I sketched on my notepad, the pencil drawing of my sister, Jonn (full name Jonquil), scribbling into her workbook half done; I perfected the detail to her hair, really dark chestnut brown hair falling to her waist highlighted with tiny braids in her hair either pink or blue colored and the satin bow on the side of her head. Sat at my desk the 17 year old was finishing the schoolwork she didn't do in class because of a distraction.

My family and I were home-schooled after the traumatic event of loosing our mother six years ago, dad wanted us to be close by, not a hundred miles away at some English boarding school for girls; the boys went to an all boys one. So he home-schooled us. Well he had someone else home-school us. But he liked to be able to come and see us when he wants too.

I can't say that I was upset, to be quite honest I was over the moon, some real pieces of snobby work back in England, but just after my youngest brothers first Birthday dad moved us out to Jakarta. He does a lot of work for the Savant Net and then his 'human' job is a good paying one. We live in four story town house, a modern one that looks like a resort/villa in the tropics; an exterior of glass, wood and grey stone. It was big with a shaded garden and an infinity pool that you could see all the way to the ocean from. The library/TV room and Dad's office was in the basement. The wall was in parallel to the pool, so you could see into the water There was a pane of reinforced glass to keep the water out and so none of us could break it.

A whistle shrieked through the house. Another blow. I scrambled off the bed pulling up my socks as Jonn finished whatever she was writing. She grabbed my jacket and threw it at me, calling my name. "Jade!"

I caught it. "Thanks Jonn."

I buttoned up my vest and shoved on my jacket. The second floor was where my bedroom and the rest of my siblings bedrooms where. I ran down the steps to the first floor, dad's bedroom and the guests suites and some other stuff.

We came to a sudden slow pace once we reached the first floor landing, walking calmly, looking down on the two story foyer, two staircases curved round from the landing. Just by sheer coincidence, the boys went down one and us girls went down the other. Dad was standing with a young couple, an Indian man chuckling, the woman looked truly shocked. I wonder why. Oh yes.

Including myself, Dad has ten children. The man chuckled a little harder as dad questioned the youngest, six year old Jack about his missing vest. Jack shied away and giggled.

"Mighty hell, Tom, when you said you had nine children I thought it was some sort of metaphor or something." The Indian man said, inspecting our neat age ordered line before them. We faced them as they stood in the circle of the staircases on the grand marble floor design.

Dad turned back to the man and walked over to stand with them once again. "A metaphor Rash?"

"Yes, as though you had your children's friend over so often they were like your own." The woman said in an English accent.

Dad laughed. "Oh no, they're all mine and Rose's." Sadness filled his eyes at the sound of her. He noticed us all looking at him, worriedly. He cleared his throat and smiled at us. "Rash, Michelle, these are my children, Jeffery, Jada, Jespar, Jonquil, Jetson, Jane, Joel, Joanna, Jude and Jackson."

Otherwise known as Jeff, Jade, Jess, Jonn, Jett, Jane, Joel, Jo, Jude and Jack-Jack.

You can see that awkward pattern that has everybody mixing up our names. You see being a Savant family obviously comes with the want to have a million and one kids. Dad said they had agreed to stop at seven but the three 'accidents' happened, Jude, JoJo and Jack. I was second oldest at 22. Jeff two year older than me at 24;

Jess - 18;

Jonn -17;

Jett - 16;

Jane - 14;

Joel - 11;

Jude - 10

Joanna - 9 and Jack - 6.

"Guys, this is Rashan and Michelle Nayar. Michelle was a friend of your mothers."

Mum - Rose - was his soulfinder. We were on holiday, driving when the side of a cliff collapsed into the road. Mum collided, the car burst into flames and rolled of the edge, plunging into the river below, nearly killing Jess, Jonn, Jett and Joel. I clearly remember watching in horror from the seven seater as the flaming car dived for the river. She managed to help my brothers and sister escape but was trapped by her own belt.

I inhaled deeply, breathing away the tearful emotions that accompany every memory of mum. I blinked a few times and refocused on the my father and his guests.

"Mr Van Allen, it's really hot I don't see the need for the children to continue wearing their uniforms." Announced Beatrice, our nanny slash housekeeper. She cane and stood behind Joel, placing her hands on his shoulders. We found it ironic she still refers to us as children even though Jeff, Jess and I are legally adults.

"It is." Michelle agreed, her eyes came to Jude. "But it's not sunny inside, why are you wearing sunglasses?"

"Um..." Jude scratched his head. Jude, all he needs is to caught a glimpse of his eyes and your locked, he can then do anything from inflicting pain to petrifying someone to knocking someone out, even kill a man. The sunglasses, everyone instantly looks at Jude as he has the most amazing eye color that changes. The funny stories of how when he was born a few doctors passed out from looking into his eyes, it was put down to tiredness on the doctors part but when it started happening at home to the rest of us, yea that's when we realized what was up.

"Because the poor boy can inflict many things should a person even glance at his eyes." The nine of us stared at her in horror. She saw our faces. "Oh, it's okay my sweet chickies, they're here on Savant Net Business." We turned back to the trio.

Dad smiled. "Yes, now go change ready for dinner." We nodded and filed up the same flight of stairs quietly led by Jeff.

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Saffë Aliza Benedict