"You know Natt," I said between sammich bites, "I was thinking maybe we could meet up with some of my friends at the mall tomarrow. I think they would like to meet you." He nodded, acknowledging what I had said. "I think that would be pretty fun. Oh, and I have something to show you." He turned around and rummaged through the basket. When he faced me again, he was holding a beautiful leather-bound sketchbook. "I drew some things I wanted to show you." I laughed. "What?" He asked, afraid he'd done something wrong. "Nothing, It's just, I brought my sketchbook to show you!" I pulled a sketchbook out of the napsack next to me. It was much bigger and cheaper than his, but it was full of doodles and sketches. "Let's trade?" He asked. I nodded, and we switched.
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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...
