Colours

Part 1

0:58:32
Elizabeth

I'm not sure when it started, but it did. I was wrestling the sheets out from underneath my sister when a weird, glowing light blazed up from my wrist. I shoved my arm under the pillow, my mind trying to process what was really going on, and then it hit me. It's time. Destiny was telling me that I had one hour. Just one hour until I meet my soul mate.

It's called the Countdown, and once you hit eighteen you go to the ministry, and get one installed. During the process they give you something to knock you out, but the harder you try to forget it exists, the longer it waits there, right below your pulse point on your left wrist, mocking you. There are rumors about teenagers that tried to avoid getting it, but none lived to tell the tale.

Hauling my ass out of bed was the easy part. Now I just had to figure out what to wear, how to sneak out of the house without anyone finding out, and how not to barf on my way there. One hour was all I had until I met my soul mate. Great.

0:58:04

Andrew

Should I do it? Should I get out of bed, and actually go through with it? There was no point anyways, but I had to. Someone else is about to meet their soul mate, with just about as much excitement as I have. Rubbing the sleepy muck out the corners of my eyes, I groggily stumble my way into the washroom that my sister and I share. Standing in front of the dirty mirror, I run a hand through my shaggy hair, squeeze some gel into my hands, and run it through, sticking it up from the front.

A lot of people say that I went on my mom when it comes to my facial structure, but looking at old pictures, I clearly went on my dad.

Too bad he wasn't here to see how great, and different I turned out. My mom and I do have the same nose though. The kind that has a bone that sticks out horizontally in the middle. A "Roman Nose" is what my ex used to call it.

I also have my mom's eyes, grey and pale. Even though that's not really how they look. Some people have told me that I have eyes the colour of honey.

I've even gotten "light shining through a bottle of whisky", but that was just from some old drunk outside the grocery store. I have paler eyes then my mother, which I'm guessing means that my actual eye colour is lighter than hers.