Love Is Moons Away

Chapter 1- The Cold

Cold. The aching cold I've felt since I was a newborn child. I want to take it off, remove the cold, but that's against the rules. I'm pondering what could they really do to me, when my name is called out.
"What?" I respond, snapping from my phase.
"Anthia, what's the answer to the problem?" My math teacher, Mr. Thompson, looks at me expectantly, waiting for the answer to the difficult trigonometry problem.
"I don't know," I whisper. He shakes his head, and calls on the hand behind me. I swallow hard. The couple at my table laughs. It seems like I'm the only one yet without my soul mate.
The cold suddenly returned. I badly wanted to grab my necklace and try and warm the cold metal, like I've tried so many times before. I know it won't do any good from past experience, but my fingers are aching to.
My necklace is quite beautiful. It's just a painful reminder that no one has come to find me. The necklace is a crescent moon, with the tips very thin, that almost wrap all the way around. In the center is half of a circle hanging with ridged edges. The pattern is a beautiful nebula with little stars that twinkle whenever the light hits it.
But I've never found the other half of the necklace. Will the Creators let me take it off? Maybe I have another persons necklace. But I know the rules. I've even seen the video of my necklace being made. 
    You see, we have these necklaces, that we all get when were born. They take a little sample of your blood, and mix it with the ceremonial metal. Then your necklace is formed from the liquid metal. But here's the twist. There another necklace that is the mirror of yours, and it belongs to your soulmate.
    It is customary tradition for the man to  come and find the girl. It is usually done when you're extremely young. You know they're your soulmate, because the closer you get to each other, your necklaces get warmer. But the farther away, they get colder.
    Mine has been cold my entire life. I tried to get my parents to let me go after him, so I don't feel like an emotionless pit. But they always stick to tradition. So I'm waiting, but I don't think he will ever come.
    The bell rings, snapping me out of my pit. I quickly grab my notebooks, binder, pencil case, and books. I'm about to leave when I realized I forgot my glasses case. I run into grab it, when Mr. Thompson asks me to stay behind. Shit.
    "Anthia, why are you so distracted?" he asks, leaning back on his desk. I swallow, hoping silence will luck my out of this. But his expecting eyes show no escape.
    "I just had a fight with my friends," I stutter, hoping that will end things.
    "About?" My mind races to try and find something that seems real.
    "I said something, and it offended him," I'm almost smiling, because it's the perfect getaway. I'm about to ask if I'm excused, but of course not.
    "What did you say?" Does this god damn man want to keep me here forever?! My mind spins in circles, thinking of what would offend Grayson, but nothing offends him! I can see him thinking he's about to break me. But I will not let him win.
    "Sir, I'd rather not talk about my personal problems, if that's alright with you," I know he challenge that. Rules state that if a student is uncomfortable then you cannot proceed further on the topic of which you are speaking of.
    "Very well, be on your way," he throws his hand in the direction of the door. I rush out, moving along quickly in case he decides to call me back in. I'm rushing so hard, I barely hear to voice call out behind me.
    "Ann! Anthia! Anthropology!" my best friends voice bounces behind me, getting closer with each bounce. I slow, not realizing I was practically running. Grayson comes up behind me, and slings his arm around my shoulders.
"Grayson, why must you call me the study of humans?" I sigh in exasperation.
"It's the only thing that can get your attention!" he laughs. Grayson was a prime example of handsome.
Grayson-or Gray as I call him- was 6'2 to my graceful 5'2. He had ginger hair, that shone like fire in the sun light. He had startling green eyes. Forest green, as I described it. Despite being ginger, he wasn't that pale. Not tan, no... he was PEACHY! And it suited him well. He was muscular, with a narrow build.
Grayson grabs his stuff from my arms, like he always does. I have no idea how that boys soulmate is cool with our friendship. Maybe because she lives in France. I love her for it. She's told that she's alright with it though. I suppose because they know I can't interject.
We walk to my locker to grab my bag.
"Why did you stay behind in Lucifer's room?" I laugh. We all hated our teacher, so we thought he came from hell.
"I got distracted, and he got mad at me," I explain, as Gray shoves my stuff in paint splattered bag.
"What were you distracted about?" He asks, poking my side. I laugh, but remember the cold, and turn grim.
Gray see's my cold, and wraps his arms around me. We separate, knowing since our necklaces don't match, they'll get mad. We start to walk out the building, and I feel the cold deepen even more.
Great, he's moving farther away. What a love story!