soulmates

"hi, I'm Jackson"

Just saying ive never shared a story before

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Enzo Devaux is a very pale and skinny french boy. He's 17 and lives in a little house an hour outside of Paris, France. His parents are abusive and poor. He attends school but people stay away from him since he looks different. The other kids have nice clothes and are decent size (some bigger). Enzo though has what you could say is rags with holes. When he's home he spends most of his time in his room or doing chores. He is frequently beaten by a drunken father and a hating mother. He is fed just enough to survive and no more. His only escape is books and a phone that he stole. Enzo is of age to change bodies with his soulmate, but he doesn't know if his soulmate is old enough. Truthfully he does not believe he could be loved and that he doesn't have a soulmate.
As he lays in bed one night he feels as though he has left his body. When he wakes up he first realizes he has good clothes on. He wore soft pjs decorated with rubber duckies. The pants made Enzo chuckle. He knew he must have changed bodies. First thing he notices is this person is a guy! Enzo knew he was gay but told no one since he had no friends and his parents didn't care about him. He looked around to find out more about this mystery man. He found a pencil and notepad. The notebook had something written on it but Enzo couldn't make it out. So Enzo took the pencil and wrote his name. He couldn't think of much to tell him. If he gave his address for letters his parents would find them so he just wrote the number of the phone he stole. After that Enzo wanted to look around. He noticed the mounds of books laying around and felt happy. He then went to the bathroom and looked the the mirror. This boy was very handsome. He was pale like Enzo but he had one eye that was a beautiful shade of aegean blue and one eye of emerald green . His hair was crimson red and his face dotted with tiny freckles. His face was quite small but his features took your attention from that. His ears were a decent size as well as his nose but one thing that caught Enzo's eye was the toned muscles of the boys chest. Enzo didn't wanna be to rude but he kept snooping. He found the boys phone and got in it. He found he had zero pictures of himself. All he found where contacts for his mom, dad, and one that just said work. That's when he heard someone say something. He was scared and hid in the closet. The door to the room opened and a women walked in. Enzo assumed it was the boy's mum. He stood up and went to walk out of the closet but fell asleep and woke back up looking in a mirror. Back in his own body. He wasn't sure if what he just experienced was a dream or real life. He laid on the floor of his room and hoped. The next few days were normal, for him anyways. Then while rereading a book he heard a quite ding. He looked at the only thing that could have dinged. The phone. He looked at it and it was a text. It read 'hi, i'm Jackson