On the way home, nothing really happened. Nicollette got her long brown hair stuck in the car door, though. That was a bit of a problem, but other than that, I was just excited and happy and nervous and like every emotion ever described. I just wanted that clock to keep going. The day seemed to go slow when I watched my clock. I remembered what Nic had told me about hers. You have to stop fantasizing about your time. If its not the same, you'll be dissapointed. If it is, then you won't be suprised. I used to dream of the day that clock would hit zero and fall, as I heard someone else's fall too. He would pick mine up and look me in the eye and say, "Did you drop this?" and it would all just fall into place after that. But now, I was scared. I mean, what if he wasn't a good person? What if my clock was broken? What if... No. I have to stop thinking like that. It will be fine and it will be perfect. I looked back down at my clock. 5:05:08:23.4. I just want to reach zero.
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Intertwined
Teen FictionFrom the day we are born, our souls are intertwined with another, our fates set to meet with another. Whether we know it or not, that person is who we are meant to be with. If a clock could count down to the moment you met your soul mate, you want t...
