The Words

Chapter 3

The picture above is a younger version of Alaska. This image was exactly how I envisioned her, but I couldn't find an older version so just imagine her older haha.

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I wake up with my little brother Auby laying in my arms, his sandy blonde hair rustled under my chin. He must've had a nightmare last night. I slowly ease out from under him, careful not to wake him up, and head downstairs.

"Good morning sweetheart," my mom says, planting a kiss on my cheek.

I groan, grabbing a box of cereal and some milk. My mom looks at me, raising her eyebrows as in anticipation.

"So?" she asks.

"So what?" I ask, plopping a large bite of cereal into my mouth.

"What do they say?"

Immediately I choke, spitting everything out of my mouth. My bowl falls off the table and shatters into a million pieces, sending milk and cereal all over the floor.

My Words.

I completely forgot.

I race upstairs, no longer trying to be quiet, and burst into the bathroom. I slam the door shut, lock it, and move the cabinet next to the toilet in front of the door. Then I lift up my shirt.

Come with me

Immediately I gasp. There, written on my ribcage, are the words my soulmate will first say to me. I'm filled with both fear and joy.

No, I can't be happy about this.

I slide down the wall and onto the floor as silent tears begin to fall down my face.

I am no longer free. Instead, I am now held captive to the owner of these words, forever bound to fate.

I hate fate.

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5 hours later

"You look absolutely beautiful," says my mother as she pins the last pieces of my curly, dirty blonde hair into place. My mother has always been good with cosmetics. It's why so many people pay her to "make them pretty" for special occasions.

I personally think the whole thing's stupid. Not only do I hate wearing makeup but I hate getting dressed up. Katie on the other hand enjoys every second of this torture.

"You should wear this one!" She exclaims, pulling out another dress from my closet.

I roll my eyes. "Seriously? Yellow? Of all colors you had to pick that one?"

"Oh come on Alaska, you're no fun when it comes to dressing up."

"That's why I never let her near any of my costumers. She scares them off," my mother interjects.

"Can I just pick something out myself?" I whine.

"Absolutely not," Katie says.

I roll my eyes again. Katie and clothes equals a makeover for anyone within ten feet of her. And I am in need of a serious makeover.

"I think I found it," she says. "Here try it on."

I stand up and walk over to my closet where Katie is literally buried under dresses. I didn't even know I owned this many. I grab the dress from her and walk into my bathroom, shutting the door and locking it in place.