Time Will Tell

chapter 6

I'm sitting on my bed scrolling through social media on my phone. When I get the notification saying I have 20% charge left on my phone, I decide to check the time: 1:20 AM. Well, time sure flies when you can't sleep. I decide to put my phone on the charger and pull out my laptop. While it's powering on, I look at my wristband; thirteen hours remain until I meet the person who is supposed to be my soulmate. Thirteen hours until I meet the person I am supposed to spend the rest of my life with. In just thirteen hours, my wristband will stop counting down and leave a tattoo that shows just how much our society relies on these stupid wristbands. The sound of my laptop turning on pulls me out of my thoughts.

Deciding to read to try to get my mind off of the time left on my wristband, I walk over to the bookshelf Sage and I share and grab one of my favourite books: The Perks of Being a Wallflower, making sure not to make too much noise. Plopping down on the bed I grab my headphones and pick my laptop off the floor. I plug my headphones in and log on to the computer and go to Youtube to play my newest obsession, Brand New, in the background, hoping it will help me fall asleep.

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"How long have you been awake?" Sage asks, sleep still heavy in her voice.

"Umm all night? What time is it now?"

"It's eight AM, have you not checked the time once? Oh, today's the day, right?" She says, finally picking up on my nerves.

"Yeah, and I don't know why I'm freaking out so bad. These stupid wristbands don't work."

"Maybe it's because you are secretly hoping it works, and you want something to go right for once," she tells me looking deep into my eyes. "Now come here. You look like you need a hug."

"I do," I tell her while clambering out of my mess of blankets and walking to the other side of the room to her bed, where I crawl into her open arms. As soon as she hugs me back I start crying.

"Why are you crying, dear?" She inquires.

"I honestly don't know. There are so many different reasons," I blubber out.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Kinda."

"Okay, so what's one problem?"

"What if my soulmate doesn't want anything to do with me? Like, what if they take one look at me and decide they don't want me in their life? Or what if it's the exact opposite? What if it turns out I hate the person, but they love me and want to be with me for the rest of my life?"

"We'll find out when it happens. These are only 'what if' statements. They are just speculations. You will be okay. Trust me you will both be fine."

"How can you be so sure, Sage? How do you know everything is going to be fine?" I ask while slowly stopping my crying.

"I'm sure because you are you and nothing will go bad. This isn't some crappy soap you watch when you need a laugh. This is the real life, and you are going to be okay," she reassures me. "Besides, everything will be okay in the end, and if it isn't okay, then it isn't the end."

"Not every ending is happy, Sage," I mutter, " And how do you know I watch those?"

"I've been your friend for 2 years., I know a lot more about you than you think. And that's no way to think, if you think negative thoughts, negative things will happen."

"True. We have a lot of good memories, and this 'soulmate' thing won't ruin it at all. I am so glad you are my best friend," I state.

"Oh my gosh, remember that horrible show you made me start watching because you wanted to show me England? What was that show called? It's literally on the tip of my tongue."

"Skins?" I ask uncertainly.

"That's it!" She shouts

"I did not tell you about that show to 'show you England' I showed you that show because it's hilarious," I scoff at her.

"Whatever. We need to have another night where we binge watch that show."

"Okay, let's do it now," I say while pulling her laptop up from the floor.

"No, we will watch it later, you need to dye your hair. Honestly it's so faded and you want your hair to look nice for your soulmate, don't you?"

"Ugh, fine I guess. Let me get dressed and we can go," I declare, while climbing out of her bed.
After throwing on a random pair of jeans and a ratty t-shirt, I walk into the bathroom to assess the mess that is my hair. One look in the mirror and I see what Sage meant when she said it was faded. It looked like I had seafoam on my hair, which, trust me, looks beautiful, just not when it was originally a deep shade of turquoise and my roots have grown out about an inch or so. Obviously, it looks like I haven't dyed my hair in a while, which I haven't since right before school started. After looking at the mess that is my hair for a while, I decide to just throw it into a messy bun instead of actually doing anything with it. "Alright Sage, are you ready to go?" I ask walking out of the bathroom.

"Yeah. Again, you are the slow poke," she teases at me.

"Hahaha. Now let's go," I tell her, walking to the door while grabbing my backpack. We make our way down the stairs and over to our bikes. "Where do we fancy going? You know, besides getting hair dye?" My British accent lacing the question, as we get on our bikes.