I looked down at my ipod. 6:15. Still early. I tried to fall back asleept, but thats like trying wait on christmas morning- it isn't going to happen. I got off my bed and walked over to my desk. Piles of sketches for Roxy lay everywhere. I was a little bored last night after biking home. I tossed around countless sketchbooks, candy wrappers, and random boxes until I found a poptart that I had stashed in my pile of stuff. I ate the poptart, got dressed, and brushed my teeth. All set. I started getting my plans together: a basket lunch, a blanket, a new sketchbook, and all my sketches for Roxy. I stuffed it all in my backpack and waited downstairs for the clock to chime 11:45.
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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...
