Music echoed across the the halls that were empty from the wondering students who were attending their classes. The calm and melodic symphony came from the music room that the Music Club took as their meeting place. Alexander hands were playing the violin chords... making it sing a sad yet a heart touching and soul calling tone, his beautifuly sad tone was the companion of Christas piano keys soothing melody that in turn took the sting of tears in the eyes and put a blam on the melancholy in the hearts Alexanders violin melody brought upone.
They were balancing each other in this semphony, each string and key... Like fire and water, yen and yang, black and white. Each of the tow gave a sharp edge only for the other to sooth it gently woth a flowless rhythm.
All the spectators were in a trance like state, the moment those tow started ti play... everything around them.... the entire world seemed to disappear like it was never there. The center, the gravity, the reality itself became entirely the graceful, calm conjugate couple infront of them, who sounded like they were playing a symphony from heavens itself. When the melody stoped... They were cut out from the dreams sphere the couple put them in.
They claped strongly while Alex and Christa raised with soft smile, bowed in respect for the cheering of their club mates befor each one of them took his seat. The head of the club Ms.Ian said joyfuly:"Very mastered!.. Tenderly beautiful!, wonderful!".I can say with full confidence after I heard this peformance that you Ms. Whitewood and you Miss. Grayson are going to become very well known and Amiabler names if you choose to take a musical jurisdiction in the future. I must say I'm very proud teacher right now" and began to cry loudly and dramaticly. Almost everyone in the room roled their eyes at the drama queen they have for a teacher. All went well for the rest of the meeting and the students were allowed to leave after the end of the meeting, and eache took his/her way to the next class or meeting. Alexander accompanied Christa to physics, the only class they shear togather beside the clubs meetings. It surprised Christa greatly to find that Alxander took the hight physics class even thought his privet lessons were much more advanced, and when her Curiousty leaded her to ask him about it, his replay were:"I love Physics, this subject never ceased to be enjoyble to me". Lets just say that Alex gained the teacher Curiousty and later respect with each report and discussion, and became like a class president. Christa entered the calss and went stright to her selected seat,while Alex also went toward his.
After the teacher maked his presence be known and all the students went silence in respect and readiness, he started to talk:" Good afternoon class, I hope your day is going well so far,. Today and before we begin our lesson, I want would like to announces that we will be having a new student joining us and I hope from you all to wellcome him properly. Come in Ms. Normade". The boy who entered the class slowly... Almost idly,as if he just woke up from sleep, had crules of black hair that prevents the other students from seeing more into his appearence, however his hightly and well purposed cloths were a clue on his well off state. He tood beside Ms. Black who pursued his presentation:" Students... This is Damian Normade, wellcome him to Brightbells Hight School, please tell us somethings about yourself".
Damian turned to the students slowly and raised his head to reveal his face surprised all of the students. Some expressed his shock with a silent gaping mouth and wide eyes, and the others(mostly females) expressed it with hight bitched and loud gasps. Dmaian Normade were handsom... very handsome teenager, with elegant hight cheekbones, white as snow skin that were streak against his dark as night hair.
But the most alluringly trait he had, were his silver gray striking eyes, if the sunlight that was coming from the window hit them right, Christa would swear they were glowing. Yet her inner thoughts stoped completely when she saw a dark mest that seemed to surround him like a halo, and a violent shiver went thru her body as liquid ice, as if it her soul itself touched a snow wall. It was for a secound... A blink of an eye, then it was gone... Like nothing where there. Christa shocke her head violently and shoved the Unfathomed and inconsequent thoughts and imaginations to the back of her mind, and focused again on Damian talk, ".... I travel alot... Family obligarions. I don't like dogs... And I love soft sheets and papescent feather bellows....". The teacher said after a minute of awkward silence after the odd speesh trying to be cheerfull :"That was... Refreshingly new... Thank you for shearing this with is Ms. Normad, please take a seat... The one ‎unoccupied by Ms. Grayson side in the back". Damian only nodded then moved slowly to the empty desk.
Here the teacher turned to the board and started to explain todays lessone and an new theory. But Christas attention were still on the new student, who as soon as he reached the desk and sat down, he embed his head on his arm and... Slept??!!.
Christa blinked once.. Then towise... To make sure of what she was seeing aaand.... Nope!! He was sleeping in his first class. Christa returned to the lesson and would spear one or tow glances from time to time at the indeed odd new student.
ALEXANDER P. O. V:
I don't like the new student... Not at all, the secound he entered the class it was like some sort of an alarm went off inside of my mind somehow!. Every sell and nerve in my system were on edge, the boy has a dark aura.. A faint one.. Not strong by anymeans but still. This kind of aura.... who was he?. I must search on him, and ask Sebastians opinion, something is very wrong here... First, his uncle wierd and Cryptic warning tow days ago, and now this...(Could it be what uncle William talked about to them that night. I will know and soon... I will have my answers).
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DAMIAN P. O. V:
Annoying... This school thing is not but a bother. Why did they want to wake me up and bring me here, I heat lessons... Beside I already know all of the lessons somehow anyway.. And they know it.
(Look normal) they say, but I'm not normal... nothing about mewere or is normal, I know that... They know that.. Even thought no one of them bothered himself to tell me why... why I know all the things I know? .. Why I can't do what I do?. They pretended that they are happy for it, but they are not... at least some of them realy dose.. But the others, they pretend they are also happy... but I can see... See thru their lies... See their deepest, darkest thoughts, that how I know taht they are afraid.. Always so afraid from me.. From what I know.. What I can do, and what I will do. So why care... Why bother to pretend to be normal when the most Certain thing in the world is that I Am Not Normal. I have something wrong in me, I know that a very long time ago... I was always told that I was never a child , they would do things to me... Other people.. Humans would not... can not survive, they say they do it to make me stronger.. better for 'Him'. T hey never told me who is this 'Him', or what I sould do for 'Him'... they don't speak to me at all if they can help it a acually. They only do when teaching me... Trainning me... experiment on me.. but that is it.
They feed me well... serve me well... but they never cared, realy cared... So why bother?!.
Whatever... I'm sleepy again, I'm gonna sleep, I know what the old man standing infront of the board is talking about already anyway... So sleep.. All I want is to sleep peacfully.
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Some say our fate is already writen... And the stings of it connect us with each other in strong bounds and emotions... that could last tell the end of time...And became stonger and stronger...gain power for itself, a power... that if fate failed us in the end by not letting us be united. .. Be one after too much time apart... with a single want.. A single hope.... A single wish.. To become one even at the edge of the end... Of life itself... this power would make fate... Adact fate to rewrite the story... Rebound the strings once more... Give it a chance to have salvation. For the hope to become the truth, and the wish to be given. But how much time can this power last? , after one... Tow... Three tries, one lose, another lose, one wound another broken heart and uncomplete soul, how many can give this power more to survive until then?. Only time can tell... And time will tell...