Artistic Souls

Chapter 1

"I swear, for all that is good, this damn thing will be the end of me."

I said barely over an audible whisper, seeing as we were in the library and the librarian could be a total cunt.

"Look, if you hadn't procrastinated as I have told you, you wouldn't be so far behind. How many pages was it again?"

Shaking my head in defeat, I hold up all my fingers. "Ten if I don't die by then." I sprawled my arms infront myself, and slammed my head down, accidently hitting my head on the desk with and audible thud.

Shhhhh!

Susan rubbed the back of my head as if maybe it would sooth the pain. Looking up into her green eyes, I straightened myself once again in my chair.

"Look, that paper is due tomorrow and you only have three pages left. Left me grab you a cup of coffee from the cafe, and then I'll leave you alone to work."

Smiling I tilted my head just the slightest. "Would you really do that for me? You're the best roomie ever!"

Chuckling, she stood up and headed out the door as I continued to work.

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Susan returned after ten minutes with a steaming hot cup of coffee with one cream and eight sugars. Just how I liked it. I continued to work for about five more minutes, before becoming stressed once again.

Maybe I could take a walk around the library to destress.

That sounded like a great idea. Carefully, I grabbed my coffee and started to browse the fiction section, seeing if perhaps there was a new series to try out.

As I was looking over all of the glorious hardback and over loved paperbacks, I spotted the last thing I expected to see. There on the shelf, was the four book series vanished, of which I had helped co-write.

"W-woah!"

Shhhhhh!

As I stared in awe at the books, an older boy, probably about an whole foot taller, stopped infront of them, grabbing the second book, Gone.

"Oh, are you a fan of Larsons work?" The boy had messy brown hair and glasses, along with brown eyes. He smiled.

"I guess you could say t-that.."

Laughing, he threw up out hand and introduced himself. "My name is Zoey, nice to meet you!" I quickly pulled my hand away before he could touch me. Looking at the ground I mumbled out my name.

"I'm Sarabell."

He frowned and slowly lowered his hand. "You see, Larson has been my favorite author since she first came out with Vanished. This will be the third time I've read this beauty." He smiled once again, a silly, toothy smile. The kind that was almost contagious.

Almost.

I nodded and started to slowly back away. "It was nice to meet you. I'm sorry, but I'm really busy and should get back to work." He shrugged, clutching the book to his side. "Maybe I'll see you around?" Nodding, I turned to leave.

When he shrugged that's when I saw it. The soul mark. Similar to a birthmark in looks, it disappears once your soulmate touches you for the first time. Everyone has one, usually on their arms or hands, and some in really weird places. Mine just so happens to be on the right side of my face, which is why I always wear my hair covering it.

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I returned to my computer, stopped my coffee, and continued to work. Only one more page to go.