We were on our way to his office when I heard something in the room we just passed. I told Gabby that I will join them later. I went back a few steps into the room on my right. Suddenly it stopped. I went inside and saw several musical instruments like violins, trumpets, piano whom he/she was playing a while ago. As I approach the grand piano placed at the middle of the room, I saw something a bit peculiar. I bend down the floor and saw an earring. A combination of diamond, sapphire and gold. Based on what I learned when I was in Italy, when dad established a new jewellery factory, the master craftsman taught us how to distinguish a jewellery. One thing I learned is that every jewellery in the world has it’s paperwork, especially diamonds. He said that there is an etching at the diamond, more like a combination to determine who the real owner is; so it won’t be stolen easily or smuggled. I want to know who is the owner of this earring, to give it back to her. Also to know who she is. She has a rather rare talent. She played the Islamey Balakirev, one of the hardest piano piece I’ve ever learned. I was about to play a song when Austin came in. “Hey! What are you doing?” he asked
“Chill bro…” I ease him, “What is it?”
“What are we going to do?” He went back and forth. I got dizzy just by watching him.
“Going to do what?” I was irritated, he was so hysterical. He won’t stop walking back and forth.
“I’m nervous…” He kept doing it until I got so frustrated, I approached him as he looked at me surprised, I shook him to his consciousness. “Okay, I got it.”
“You’re nervous about?” I asked him while we’re walking back to Mr. Paul’s office.
“I asked Mr. Paul if we keep our identity a secret.” His hand was shaking, “I don’t want to be discriminated, just like in Switzerland. I don’t want things to get déjà vu again.”
“Yeah, I remember it.” I can’t help but laugh. I fell bad for my brother, “You can do it.”
“Easy for you to say.” He continued, “You’re mister popular, smart and attractive. Unlike me.”
“Hey, don’t say things like that.” I cheered him up. “Get your hopes up. We don’t know if things might turn to your favour this time. Trust me.” I smiled at him as we open the door to the Mr. Pauls office.
I entered the office and saw a huge pile of papers on Mr. Paul’s desk. He said “Good morning again Mr. Founier.” He continued, “Everything is arranged to your specifications, you will be allowed to wear your attire today but tomorrow, where according to the school rules. You will be treated like everyone else. I had talked with your brother and we had an agreement. Your school supplies will be delivered to you later. If you please, my assistant will direct you to your classes.”A middle aged woman entered the room. She was wearing a bright red uniform that matches with her lipstick and shoes. Man, this woman is obsessed with red! I hope there aren’t bulls around.
I came out of the office and asked Gabby how long will we be attending to this school. He raised his arms signalling that he doesn’t know. The assistant gave us a piece of parchment. She said, “Everything will be fine, just give this to your advisers.” I looked at him, still rather amazed how she managed to wear something so ridiculous; it’s an eyesore!
“May I ask what is your name?” She stopped.
“Mrs. Irene Baltazar” She continued, “You can call me Ms. Irene for short. Can we please get going! I’m having a pedicure later.” She is a very rare specimen. I can’t imagine being her. She left us. I watched her walk down the hall until I can’t see her anymore. I felt a tap behind my shoulders, Austin said, “Well… See you later.”
