The Secrets Of Internationals [Ended]

Mystery Notes

James's POV
I walk over to Kate's bed and grab the paper while Riley's just there, staring at it. It has a strange seal on it; light blue marbled with pink and yellow and green. The official colours of Internationals. The paper crackles as I pull the seal from it, ripping the high-quality notepaper. Riley comes to my side and cranes her neck to get a proper look.
I unfold the paper from it's three sections and start to see dark blue ink in particularly neat handwriting. I look at Riley before I start to translate the writing into words. I read aloud.

Dear James and Riley,

So I see you have found that Kate isn't here. Or anywhere you would know of, as a matter of fact. Yes, that's right, she's gone. Along with all the other coaches and teachers who have come for Internationals. It just depends on how many others know that at the moment.

That's all I will tell you for now. You have to work the rest out. Now, continue.

X

PS. Loved the duet, by the way. So...moving.

"What?" Riley exasperates, probably as confused as I am. They know our names. They know that we're reading this letter. It's addressed to us.
"Let's go back to the team," I say. I fold the letter back into three, perfectly equal sections and leave with Riley.

Thalia's POV
I can't help stressing out about this. There are no adults or hotel staff to be seen and Riley and James have been gone for over ten minutes. I am shaking my leg up and down from the ball of my right foot with my arms crossed and I'm leaning forward in my chair, a part of me not wanting to lean back.
"You OK?" Eldon asks caringly. Him and West turned up a few minutes after James and Riley left.
"Mhm," I mutter, faking a nod and a smile.
"You sure?" He asks again, making the sound of the his voice last a bit longer. I sigh.
"No..." I give in, unfolding my arms and letting them rest by their appropriate sides and relaxing my leg.
"Look we'll sort it out. We're The Next Step. We've gone through a heck of a lot so I'm sure this'll be a breeze," he comforts,"and don't forget that I'm here," he says again, more softly this time and he takes my hand, just as gentle.
"Thank you," I say, smiling for real this time at him.
Then, fianlly, we see James and Riley rush through the entrance to the breakfast hall. James has a piece of paper in his hand.
"Guys," I say, pulling a-troupe from their separate conversations. James goes into a light jog, Riley walking behind. He places the paper on the table and unfolds it stepping back, allowing us to peer through all the condiments and read it.

Giselle's POV
I scan my view across the words, trying to take it all in. Who ever wrote this is really clever. And a stalker. They seems to know us inch to inch. Everyone's just stating at the letter, even though they've already finished reading it. I can see members of the other teams trying to peer over at us, worry painted on their faces.
"Thalia," I say while clapping, making Thalia jolt suddenly and looking at me,"Can you translate this to the Polish team? This is important." She nods, takes the note and runs over the Polish team who are all around the table on the left of the main door to the breakfast hall.
"James, Riley, did you find this one her bed or something?" Cierra asks. Yes, I'm getting Cierra to do something for once. I actually really like her:)
"Yeah, it was really messy as well. Like, worryingly messy," Riley replies. A wave of adrenaline spreads through me. Kate is not the messy type.
"You can sit down now," I tell Riley and James. They both take seats next to each other, by the window. My head still throbs with pain. And from the look on everyone else's faces, they feel the same way. I bet James is one of, if not the worst. I mean, we all remember what happened last night with him and Riley. I look over at them. They're not really making any eye contact. Riley seems to be staring at the ground; her lips kind of red and puffy-looking, perhaps from the lack of makeup. We were in such a rush we only put a little on. Same goes for clothes: We all just put on a shirt and shorts. Just to cover up what we really needed to. And her hair's gone straight again compared to when she curled it last night. I bet you I look worse. James just looks, well, James. His hair is obviously one of the types which just keeps it's shape no matter what you do with it. I is one of them...
"Guys!" Thalia says, rushing over to us. Everyone draws their attention to her, "They're going to find their note. And Bartek is going to tell the teams that speak French. So we should be covered," she says as we see the Polish female soloist leaves the room.

"Shouldn't someone go around telling people who speak English?" Max suggests. We all nod.
"I'll go. Michelle?" Amanda volunteers. Michelle nods nervously and they both get up and split up, on their mission. And now we wait.

Stephanie's POV

We see people come and go from the breakfast hall, all coming back with notes. This takes a while, but eventually, when the Mexican team come back, a sudden noise fills the room. In Spanish. Several teams leave. Then, another one comes up in what sounds like Russian. Another team leaves. This goes on for a long time until there are only a few teams left and, finally, we hear the message in English. It's a man's voice. Low and in a Florida accent. Idk what that is but...

"Dancers. Please leave the breakfast hall and go to the auditorium."