So maybe it was all a big misunderstanding. A stupid mistake. But come on, who, if given the chance, wouldn't go looking for their soulmate? Well, me, I guess, had I known what was coming. Unfortunately, I didn't. So let's kick it off where it all began.
It was a couple of days after my thirteenth birthday, just before the summer holidays. I was sat in class, bored out of my mind, but still trying to focus on the teacher's words, as per usual. Not that they really made any sense to me. Science was not my forte. Unexpectedly, there was a sudden stinging on the top side of my index finger and I looked away from the teacher in shock. There were words forming in blue ink, glowing faintly in the classroom light. Now, the night, is coming to an end. The sting stopped and I looked back to the teacher. Shit. I had definitely missed something. She was handing out worksheets and I knew straight away that I wouldn't be able to manage it. The stinging started again, this time on my second finger. The sun, will rise, and we will try again. Then my third finger. Stay alive, stay alive. And it reached my pinky. I knew I should be focussing on the task at hand, but this wasn't exactly something I could ignore. For me.
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Blanks and broken hearts
General FictionJust ideas I think of occasionally; this is gonna be filled with random ideas... If you like a story, please comment, and I might create a new book to carry it on with. As well as this, here will be where I do any sort of competitions (my own or oth...
