The Perfect Match Made in Heaven?

Chapter One

I've been through guys, and guys, and guys, trying to find my match. I swear, if I don't find him soon I'm going to just cut off my tongue so I can choose for myself. Damn Mother Nature, this sucks! My match could be anywhere in the world right now! How the hell am I going to find him? Okay, let me rewind a little so you can get a better understanding of what's going on.

I'm Collins, I'm 17, blue eyed, brown hair, 5'2, tan, and Mother Nature decided she wanted to coat our tongues with a certain taste/flavor only specific to you and one other person or your match. Once we find that special someone that has the same flavor as you, that's your match. Seems kind of easy right? Wrong. Taste class never tells us what our own flavor is or the one you are looking for so you have to see what tastes good to you. Then once you find them you have to get married, have a huge celebration, the whole shebang. All the guys I have kissed so far taste like rotten milk. It's quite disgusting. There was this one guy I kissed last year that didn't have as bad as a taste but it was still pretty bad. I had hoped I could be matched with him because every girl on the whole planet wants him. Some crazy chick last year tried to go after him in the cafeteria even though she knew he would taste bad, and he turned her down saying she tastes like a wet dog in front of everyone. It was hilarious. School pretty much teaches us everything we need to know about our weird tongues, except it's not really that weird since everyone has it.

They say that different tastes or flavors correspond with different traits, personalities, and appearances. Everyone tastes something different like I've kissed Matt who is blonde, about 6 foot, not really muscular, and he's shy, I swear when I kissed him I was about to throw up. The only bad thing they tell us about in taste class, is that it is hard to know which trait corresponds with which taste. It's quite annoying at times. My worst fear is getting matched with a slob. I know that sounds kind of mean, and you're not supposed to judge people by their appearances and everything, but I can't stand to be around people who are just a total mess!

Well now that you know all that, hopefully you understand this whole jacked up situation. That's my life right now, trying to find my match. Now some girls call me a whore just because I kiss all these guys trying to find my match but I mean, come on! Don't you want to find your match too? My parents said that if I haven't found my match by the end of high school, they are going to send me over seas to a co-ed boarding taste school! I don't want that! A taste school is about finding your match. You are literally there just to make out with people. If you kiss everyone in the school and still haven't found your match, they transfer you to a different school! How ridiculous! My parents think they are the perfect match. They met in high school and got married at the age of nineteen. Nineteen is the age that almost everyone got married at and if you didn't you were frowned upon. Three years after they got married they had me and my twin sister Lilly. Lilly and I have similar traits because well I mean we are twins duh, but she has blonde hair, blue eyes, she's also tan, 5'4, and skinny as a stick. I mean I'm not huge, I weigh 115 pounds but Lilly, she weighs 105 pounds.

I'm seventeen, I haven't found my match yet, and I don't even know what type of guy I am looking for. UGH! It's so difficult! Hopefully this year will be different, my senior year of high school starts in two weeks. TWO WEEKS. I haven't even gone back to school shopping yet! Shit I need to get on that.