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I set down the last of the heap of glasses on the long white clothed table. Beatrice was readjusting the positions of some of the glasses. Cleaning of the invisible smudges with a handkerchief. The hired caterers busy making a tremendous amount of noise in the kitchen. Dad working more in his office. The others, having finished their jobs were upstairs, getting ready, apart from Jeff, Jess and Jett who were arguing whilst trying to hang lanterns on the trees. The evening sun had cooled the air down from blistering to just humid. Dad's garden party was for all his colleges, Savant and Non. Here to make deals and things like that.

Beatrice's hand on my shoulder made me jump, knocking a glass of the edge of the table. I caught it by telekinesis, millimeters from the marble floor. I carefully pinched it between my fingers and looked up at Beatrice. "Oo-ho," She laughed. "Lucky. And no one saw but your brothers."

I laughed in relief, placing it delicately on the white cloth and carefully backing away. "Yea."

"Go," She flapped me away. "Before you actually shatter something." I spun on my feet and headed for the house, thanking Beatrice in her native language of Japanese. I only knew a few phrases in Japanese, that was Jonquil's language along with Swedish.

Dad's normal job, and his role within the Savant Net, involved a lot of communication around the world. After mum died he started us all on two different languages each, to keep us busy - so we weren't sitting around dwelling on mum, had something to distract us. I was Mandarin. And Italian, I was always brilliant at Italian. I narrowly avoided knocking a plate of food propped on a waiters hand as I shot through the kitchen and into the back . "Sorry!" I hooked my hand around the banister and swung round onto the stairs. I ran heavy-footed up the stairs, turning right down the my corridor. I slowed to a jog, approaching Jonn. She was banging on the bathroom door with her fists, yelling what where undoubtedly swear words in whatever language.

"Joel, you have ten seconds to come out or I'm coming in!" She threatened.

Dad walked up behind me, patting my shoulder and wrapping his hand around Jonn's arm. "Come on, I need you and your Swedish."

"Ugh. Joel, you have ten minutes to come out or I'm coming in and you'll be leaving either on a gurney or in body bag!" She yelled as dad dragged her down the corridor When her yelling ceased, Joel poked his head out.

"She's gone right."

I scoffed. "Run, buddy." I smirked, shouldering my way into the bathroom. "Run. Say, what are you doing in our bathroom?"

"Jett's using ours!" He called, running down the hallway. I closed the door to the hot room. The steam suffocating me. I opened the window, pulled the blind and turned on the shower once again. Not too sure what opeing the window was going to do except switch the steam for hotter air, but I might be able to see even just a fragmented blur of myself in the mirror.

I peeled off my top, all my clothes where still damp from jumping into the pool earlier.

Earlier. That boy. Peter. How gorgeous. Perfectly defined face. Heart warming, knee-weakening, most dazzling smile I have ever seen. Someone like that could kill a girl. Peter. He looked...indescribable.

Jade! Get a grip of yourself. Hey, a girl can experiment. I've swooned for boys before I mean come on, there are some real lookers out there, but Peter. God! Why is he so different.

I stripped off and climbed into the shower, quickly turning it too luke-warm. How Joel didn't die of hyperthermia is beyond me. I quickly rinsed off, not bothering with much else. Switching it off, I had one foot out the shower cubicle when I realized...Dad had invited Peter. I glanced at my reflection in the meter high mirror that sat above the tiled sinks and ran the entire width of the wall.

I got back in.

I quickly slipped - quite literally - down the hallway and into the room I shared with Jonn. She was sat at the desk, textbooks open, arms folded on them and dozing. The muslin blowing in the slight breeze from the open window. Our Window faced the forest so naturally the breeze was a shade cooler. I looked at the dress in the see-through plastic protection thing, lying on the silk sheets of my bed. Mom preferred the silk, from when we were babies we had silk comforters we'd all rub against our nose whilst sucking our thumb. Having the Chinese patterned sheets was a comfort at night, as though she was still with us. Jonn's plastic bag was screwed up on her white with tiny blue floral designed duvet. Mine was red and gold with a more Chinese look to them. I pulled off the plastic careful not to wake Jonn. A pretty dark blue dress was hanging before me. One strap and floor length. Very simple. Very dad's choice.

I glanced over at my sleeping sister.

Her long sleeved evening dress was dark green chiffon and came to her knees with delicate embroidered flowers in all colors, she had a wide ribbon wrapped around the midriff of the dress and a black velvet ivy design across her shoulders and down the sleeves. Poor girl, no wonder she was sleeping, probably passed out. Slightly worried, I checked she was okay.

Yea, she's fine.

I slipped into the dress and twisted up my hair into a braid kept in place with two glittering hairpins. My pale slip-ons - although not easily seen - went nicely with color. "Jonn." I woke her gently.

She sat up with a jolt. A small flamed sparked on the pages in front of her. She smacked her hand down, snuffing out the flame. She looked at me with her beautiful almond shaped brown eyes. "Well at least it wasn't the dress." She jerked her head in agreement. "Right, hair time." I left most of her brown hair down, keeping the sides up with a ribbon in a bow. I curled the ends into little spirals before Joanna came running in, slipping on the shimmering tulle fabric of her too-long dark red dress and swearing. Jonn caught her before she hit the floor, I had burning hot curlers in hand.

We laughed in surprise. She looked between us. "What?"

I shook my head. "What's up, JoJo?"

"Dad want's us."

We left instantly, Jonn and JoJo laughed as one dragged the other on the floor, the fabric of JoJo's dress making it easy for Jonn to do so. "Jonn! JoJo! What on earth are you doing?!" Beatrice gasped, walking up the hallway, harshly. Jonn dropped JoJo's upper body.

"Upmf!" Joanna scrambled to her feet, pulling her dress straight with her hands. Beatrice handed us a pair of white wrist gloves similar to JoJo's as she scolded the two.

I jogged down the stairs, pulling on the gloves. Slipping into my place between Jeff and Jess. All the boys, even Jack-Jack were dressed smartly in tuxedos. Dad wasn't down here, but Michelle was. She had a pinched face, didn't look as sweet and happy as she did when Rashan and Dad were around. She opened her mouth and then stopped, counting us under her breath. She then started clicking at Beatrice. "Where is the one who stands there?!" She asked, accusingly - pointing to the space between Jett and Joel.

Beatrice didn't even have to look. "Jane, I'll go fetch her."

"No Need!" Jane gasped, darting round the corner and down the stairs. Jane was in a sweet and elegant little Grape colored number, a dark patterned stretchy material with sequins for the bodice attached to a flowing skirt trailing along the floor. A ribbon accentuated by a rose in the lower center of her stomach.

Michelle sighed roughly through her nose. "Well hurry up." Jane fell into place, adjusting her stance whilst pulling a face.

"Where's dad, I thought..."

Michelle silenced her with her index finger. "Thank you, Beatrice." Michelle nodded. "You can leave." Beatrice gave one last glance at us. With our hands behind our backs, we all looked sideways at her, keeping our body posture straight and correct. She was slightly apologetic but went up the stairs and disappeared. Michelle turned back to us. "You're father is busy, I am in charge." She said, clasping her hands together in front of her. She approached us, her tight blue dress and the way she walked making her look like a penguin; her matching blue stiletto's like ice picks. "I expect you to be on your best behavior," She announced, halting in front of Jude and tapping his nose in a downgrading way.

Joel grinned. "You look like a flight attendant." She went to slap him but Jude ripped off his sunglasses as he caught her wrist.

Michelle looked at Jude. "Don't. Touch. My. Brother." He said and she screamed a bone-chilling scream that made your blood run cold.

"JUDE!" We dived for him, trying to yank him away. I grabbed Michelle's arm and pulled. Jude was bloody strong, both Jeff and Jess were yanking on the 11 year old, Jane trying to rip his hand from her wrist. Joel, JoJo, and Jett where cheering Jude on; Jonn hugging and saying calming words whilst holding her hands over Jack-Jack's ears who was screaming and sobbing, stamping his feet.

In a matter of seconds, the shrill of a banshee brought everyone else in the house to the foyer, imaging someone being brutally murdered. A piercing whistle solved it all. Michelle stopped screaming, Jude let go. "What on earth is going on!?" Dad thundered as he walked down the stairs.

"So this is a bad time?" We all turned around at the sound of Xavier's voice. Peter, Xav and Crystal stood in the doorway. Both boys in tuxedo's and Crystal in a lovely short steel grey dress with a slanted neckline and matching heels.

Dad jogged down the final few steps. "No, well yes, sorry just one moment." He said walking towards them. He turned back to look at us all. "Back to work people, nothing to see." He called clapping his hands. The caterers and waiters scrambled away. "Rash, Michelle, I am so sorry, I'm not sure what's happening but Jude will be punished..."

"But dad!" Jude protested.

"No buts young man." He warned. "Beatrice, take Michelle and Rash to the drawing room, see to Michelle's needs." Beatrice cooed at Michelle who played up her part of the innocent party as they walked away. He glanced over us all. "Jonn, take Jack-Jack out to the garden and calm him down; I'll be out with bring a warm drink in a second." Jonn nodded, lifting Jack-Jack up, he was still whispering sobs as Jonn disappeared.

Dad turned to Peter and the other two. "Right, um..." He checked his watch. "Right." He continued to look at Peter but clicked at us to line back up.

Peter apologized. "Sorry, you never specified a time so we just kind of picked the most likely, logical and reasonable time to...er...turn up." Dad nodded, Peter looked at me.

"Of course, thank you. Um, Jada." I looked away from Peter. "Why don't you and JoJo take our guests to the garden, offer them a drinks. Jane, go find Beatrice and check Michelle is well." Jane looked positively sick with disgust. "Boys, I want to know what the hell just happened!" Jane, JoJo and I turned on our feet.

"Come on. This way." Peter and the other two followed. Xavier childishly swinging his and Crystal's clasped hands between them. I lead them out into the garden. The garden was very big, trees surrounded most of it apart from where the pool was, the infinity pool, the gap in the trees was where we often jumped down to, we'd run down the winding pathway and then jump into the pool at Peter's place. The tops of trees further down the hill poked just above the gap, so the view of Jakarta and the sea were bordered with the bumpy line of tree canopies.

Waiters at the ready, JoJo gestured to the drinks table that I'd help set out earlier. I walked over to Jonn, who was swaying with Jack-Jack in her embrace looking over the view. Getting closer she was softly singing a song to him. It sounded like Japanese. "Hey, Jackie," I ruffled his hair. Although his sixth birthday was in a few weeks, Jack-Jack loved to be babied. And he was small enough to do so. He smiled at me. "You okay now?" He nodded. I kissed his cheek. He squealed and pushed me away.

Jonn patted the seat of his back. "Okay, Jack-Jack, let's go see daddy."

They started back up the garden, stopping briefly to exchange a few words with Peter, Xav and Crystal. "Hey, Jonn." She turned around. "Put some shoes on."

"Will do! Joel, turn the lights on!" She called into the house. The garden came to light as the sun dipped below the horizon. I walked over to JoJo who was happily chatting away with Crystal and Xav about clothes.

"I'd love to make a dress, one of a kind!" Crystal laughed.

I tapped Peter on the shoulder. He turned around to me, instantly looking into my eyes with his gorgeous dark green eyes. I took a breath, remembering what I was doing. "Hi, we haven't properly met, earlier was more of an awkward situation of not being charged with trespassing..." I breathed a laugh, with him thankfully. "But I'm Jada Van Allen, everyone call me Jade."

"Peter. Everyone calls me Peter..."

"Or annoying." Crystal added quickly. He frowned at her.

"So, you really are all siblings?"

I nodded. "Oh yea, we weren't kidding. Ten of us. Must seem crazy, what about you?"

He laughed. "You make me feel a lot more normal. I have six brothers and sisters." That makes Seven. "Xav there, also has six brothers." Oooh, another set of Seven. Are they...? No. "So yea, that's something we have in common."

I nodded. "Sure is."

Jeff came out and jogged down the steps. "Jada, Joanna, guests are arriving. Let's go." He pointed to the house. I fare-welled Peter and followed Jeff in. As a formal greeting, we all stood on the stairs and smiled politely as all the guests arrived. For an hour we stood in the same place. We didn't go to the party when dad dismissed us.

With the music still playing in the distance from our house, we sat on a high part of the hill, looking out on Jakarta and the sea beyond. Jett created a small snowfall of sparkling snowflakes, all melting as quickly as they appeared so they turned into raindrops. We looked at him; he was gazing to the horizon clearly wrapped up in his thoughts. "Jett...Jett...Jettson!" I called, he jumped out of his thoughts.

"Sorry, I try to control it."

Jonn laughed, jumping to her feet in a dramatic pose. "Conceal don't feel, don't let them know...well now they know! Let it..." Jonn stopped an incoming attack of ice with a quick flame."Nice try buddy," She smiled, sitting back down.

The party ended at eleven. Sent to bed at nine when Jack-Jack fell asleep on one of the lawn chairs. A thunderstorm cracked in the skies above Jakarta, waking up the younger lot of the Van Allen siblings. I heard JoJo run down the hallway to Jeff and Jess's room. The pitter-patter of small feet came again. I peeked out the door watched Jack-Jack and Jude go to Jeff and Jess next, following JoJo unknowingly.

Jonn was reading in the window seat, with the window open. "Jonn, let's go see if Jeff needs any help." She frowned at me. Ripping her away from a good book she wasn't pleased, but came anyway. Quietly we padded down the corridor, across the landing as a flash of lightening lit up the foyer. The down the boys corridor, passing Jude and Jack-Jack's room, then Joel and Jett's. Their door was open, the light was one. All of our brothers and sisters were in there, but Jane.

Jeff laughed quietly. "You're not afraid as well?"

Jonn jumped onto Jess's bed, pulling Jack-Jack onto her lap. "No, we came to see if you needed any help with this lot." She said tickling Jack-Jack.

I crossed my legs beneath me, sitting at the foot of Jeff's double bed. His black silk sheets made it slightly hard to not slip off with every movement. "Course." Jeff teased.

Jude sighed. "What punishment do you think dad is going to give me?" He asked.

Joel ruffled his head. "He's not going to give you one, if I've got something to do with it." Jude grinned.

"I wasn't going to give you one anyway, Jude." Dad said walking in. Jane came and laid next to me, propping her chin on her hands. "I knew you'd all be in here, so I woke Jane up as well, so I could explain."

"Explain?" I asked.

He nodded. "I understand with Michelle." He said quietly, closing the door and sitting on Jess's bed with JoJo, Jonn, Jack-Jack and Jess. "Now she was a good friend of your mothers, but she has got a side to her that I knew would provoke a reaction, especially from you guys."

"Then, why did you say Jude was in trouble?" JoJo asked, climbing onto dad's lap.

"Because it would've been easier for all of us, if she thought she'd won." He said, stroking her hair. "But kids, I'm always on your side. No one can ever come between that. Yes?" We nodded. "So my plan is..."

"Kill her and hide the body." Joel smiled, bouncing to his knees.

Dad looked slightly worried. "You worry me Joel." We laughed, dad chuckled pressing a finger to his lips, glancing at the door. "No, tomorrow, I'll have a day off and we'll all go out, as a family." I smiled. "I know, you've all been feeling a bit neglected by me since the accident." A sombre mood feel over the room. "So starting tomorrow, we're going to do more things as a family. Yea?"

Although I felt a bit childish being excited about a day out, after six years this is what I had been waiting for. Dad. We all went back to bed, dad came in one his way back, kissing us all goodnight.

As he turned to leave, Jonn sat up. "Oh dad." He turned, hand on the light switch. "You've done a great job since mum died."

A few tears collected in his eyes. "Thank you Jonquil. Goodnight, my angels." The room feel dark and Jonn slipped below the sheets.

"Night Jonn."

"Night Jade." She paused. "You going to dream about Peter?" I sat up and flung my pillow at her.

"Jonquil Irmgard Van Allen! How did you find out!?" German father. German middle names.

Cool Idea, if any readers what to do a FanFic about a Van Allen Siblings go ahead, it would be cool to see what you think of them. Smiley Face. Haha.