Novel 1.

Part 1.

  There is this story that I once read when I was young. It is very foggy, but I remember some parts very vividly. I went like this: Men and women were once attached together, as one person, but they were separated apart one day, and the men and women would spend their life time searching for The One, another person who could fill their empty void. Stupid, I know, but if you are a girl with raging hormones like me, you would believe in such a thing as 'true love'. I always imagined invisible strings on our wrists, one side on our own wrist and the other hanging on a stranger, a stranger whom we will later get to know and become a lover. Some would then ask me, "What about those who got married and later divorced?" Being the creative teenager that I am, I would imagine because of the huge population in this world, our strings all got tangles up into one bundle and those who broke apart did not manage to find the right end of their strings. Just like hoe we try to untangle the messy piles of wires which we have in the corner of a room. Some, however, never manage to find their pair, and the strings on their wrists, after being worn for decades, gets worn out and silently breaks apart, falling onto the floor and be forgotten forever.

  That was why I needed to find my pair quickly. I felt as if my strings were about to snap any moment. It was thinning out every Christmas and Valentines Day, and whenever I had no one to snuggle up against when the winter weather was getting way to harsh for me to bear. I need one. I needed a boyfriend.

  "Hey J-" I looked up, he was looking down at me.