Full chapter this time guys. Sorry it took so long. Hugs and Kisses, enjoy!
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Hers went off when she was standing next to me. And I got to watch as her face slowly changed; different shades, different expressions. It’s a lot to take in at a single moment; I don’t blame her for her strange fleeting emotions.
The older ladies next to her are sighing, hands up next to cheeks, each predictably thinking, “I remember when it happened to me, I-“
And I just stand here, thinking about the moment when my own wrist will beep my precise song, and the whole room will go silent, each one of us listening for the beep that will be coming from someone else’s wrist, too. Listening for my match.
We’re all so silent now, waiting for the beeping song that will harmonizes with Ms. Brown-haired-green-pursed girl next to me. Then we hear it. The slowly building song harmonizes perfectly to hers, and then He is next to her. They kiss, the room sighs as he takes her in his arms, and he spins her around and around. Its classic, like a prince. If I were him, I would do it that way, too. Every girl wants a prince. It’s a pretty much foolproof plan. Unfortunately, I am not a Him, I am Her. The name being Presley Howard actually. And I’m part of the crowd that watches this “Amazingly beautiful God-given Miracle!” happen, and as I watch them, I sigh.
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“Are you just so excited for your own SoulMating?” Mom asks while jabbing her fork on a piece of meat. I really don’t want to answer that dreaded question, so Avoidance Tactic number 14 came to me: Zone.
So, I just stared at that poor shredded meat on mom’s plate, feeling bad for its predicament and the whole-over prospect of how it feels like I’m a cannibal because I’m eating a cow, which is an animal, and aren’t we animals too?, and doesn’t that make us eating meat cannibalism?, and at what point in the classification process is the point where it is called, “if you eat this thing, it’s close enough to your genetics that NOW it is cannibalism.” I can feel myself slipping away into day-dream land. Yes!
“Oh no you don’t.” Mom starts. Great, she’s caught on. I hoped she would just keep talking and not notice, and that I could just slip away, because honestly it’s just a win-win situation here. I get my peace, she gets to vent, everything’s good. Apparently not.
Mom takes a deep breath, as if prepping for a big speech. Joy.
“Lele, you can’t just ignore the question. What’s gotten into you lately? You’ve seemed so underenthusatic about the whole SoulMating, that’s not like you! And me and your father keep having these worries, that you’re seeing a Commoner or something, and we couldn’t bear it if-“
A dramatic hand over her mouth, and a sob into it.
“No mom! Of course not! A Commoner, how far gone do you think I am?” I’m aghast. A Commoner, Really?
Mom rushes over, putting an arm on my shoulder, semi cradling me like I’m this glass object. That’s new; two seconds ago she was treating me like a cement block.
But still. Mom thinks I’m with a Commoner? As if. A Commoner is someone in the opposite sex that is not your Soulmate. It’s a big disrespect to be “with” just a Commoner. Even the thought or accusation…
“I’m sorry dear; I was just jumping to conclusions. How silly of me!” cue the fake laugh “well, when you do feel up to telling me what’s got you so uptight, come find me. Love you dear!”
She took the hand that was lingering on my shoulder off, and with that, she left the room. She doesn’t have me fooled, though. I know the first thing she’s going to do when she gets into her room. She’s going to call my dad, and in hushed tones their going to discuss my
(Mom) “-problem. I mean, when I was her age, I was counting down the weeks, heck, I was counting down the years for my own.”
(Dad) “I know. And she’s been feeling off about the Soul Mating since…”
(Mom) “Forever. She’s shown no real enthusiasm for it for as long as I can remember. Oh Rob, do you think I didn’t raise her well enough?”
(Sappy and dramatic, I know. That’s my mom for you. Not to mention the Cliché-ness of it all, too.)
(Dad) “Well, I know I didn’t do anything.”
About now is where I drop my eavesdropping. I’ve heard enough. They’re wondering why their daughter doesn’t want to have a SoulMate? Maybe it’s because I’ve grown up with such a flop of one. Not that my parents are going to admit it, of course. They’ll smile, and be normal, but I see the tension in their talks, the strain in their voices. If theirs isn’t perfect, why will mine be?
And I don’t believe there is just ONE.
They’re can’t just be one!
I’ve snuck in to the old library, taken out forbidden books. Seen the facts. And here it is, plain and simple: You fall in love with which you spend time with. I remember reading something in one of those dust covered treasure troves, about how you could fall in love with anyone in the world, if you spent time with them. Because even if it’s your enemy, when you spend time with someone, so many things happen. Walls fall down, and true natures are exposed. You see the person as they see themselves, and what person does not hold a corner of their heart just for their own loving? And if you see the loving they put on themselves, you love them, too.
I could fall in love with anyone. I really could. And be perfectly pleasant, even enjoy myself.
Then why hasn’t it happened yet?
Oh yeah, because time=knowing, and knowing=love. That’s a bit of a problem. Why? Because I don’t see those broad shoulder people of the opposite gender. We are forbidden to see each other by-whom else? - The government.
You see, someone of great “importance” must have come to the same conclusion as the Author of my well-written book. That’s why me-and every other girl in the country, has never seen a boy between the ages of 10-18. We’ve been separated, each of us going to our respective boarding houses. And learning the necessities we will need to have learned so when we are sent out into the Big Open World, and find our One True Love, we will know just what to do, say, sew, cook, make, and dish up to make sure our marriage is in the word-
Perfect.
That’s the glory, the wonder of it all.
When the President came out with this grand scheme of his, He promised, that the, “world will be changed.”
“No More!” he said. “No longer will we have broken hearts, and loveless individuals. No more failed relationships, no more of any of those umcomfortabilities.”
“From now on, we will find that Soul Mate for you. We will find your Love. And you just get to sit back, and relax at one of our prestigious Schools for the Genetically Gifted.”
Clapping and applause issued, and the world caught up in the ideas flame.
A small price to pay, to be sure. Go to a boarding school until 18, and then meet the Lover of your dreams.
It’s just a small price, right?
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small price, really?
and what do you think. I think Presley was being a little bit to..off about he whole commoner thing. Or is it just me? idk, the story rights itself guys :)
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Soul Mates
Teen Fictionhave you ever wondered if you'd find your one-true-love, your SOUL MATE? I have. Hi, my name is Presley Howard, and I found Him.
