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First meeting

The first thing I could remember, I was 10. I had to be. I was never told where I came from, or who my parents were, but it was always the same thing.

WICKED is good.

It wasn't an idea in my head to question this. Not until years later.

I was 10. So was he. Then, he was Newton. And I was Y/N. We were just two kids.

There were others.

Thomas and Teresa. Minho and Albert. Galileo.

But the day in question, the first day I remember, was one of great importance. It was the first day I met Newton.

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Ms.Paige was leading me down a hallway. It was bright, and it was also new to me. She had gotten me from my room, and this was the farthest I've been from it.

She hadn't explained where we were going, so I was a little nervous when we stopped in front of a door. It was white, and she had to scan a keycard before it opened.

She guided me inside, and across the short room, I could see another person, a boy, being shown in as well.

I looked back, hoping to get a look at Ms. Paige. I knew she wouldn't make me do anything I didn't want to, but I never got the chance to speak up. The door was just closing as I turned.

I furrowed my brows, already tensing up.

I face back to the direction of the boy, and see he hasn't moved. It was obvious what they wanted. Teresa, my best friend, explained she also met a boy her age. But he had dark hair, she told me. This boy was different.

His hair was lighter, a blond. He was also shorter than how Teresa described, so within seconds, I came to the conclusion this was not the same boy.

Why was I meeting a different one? Or one at all?

We stared at each other for a solid 5 minutes. I was never one to hold out long, so I was the frist to take a step forward.

He flinched for a second, then also matched my steps. We met in the middle.

The closer I got, I realized his eyes were blue. A pretty blue, too.

When we were just half a foot away, we both stopped. I made the first step. It was only right he made the first word. I would wait.

He didn't keep me waiting long.

"Hello. My name is Newton."

He stuck his hand out, and the first thing I thought as I was shaking his hand, was that he had such a pretty voice. Different, but I was coming to find out that I liked different.

"Y/N."

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Looking back, there were so many things that should have gone wrong. Our interaction, both before and after. Our lives going down the same path, no matter the memories. The numerous times we almost died.

But life is funny that way. It will always get its way.