Its my first time, i hope you like it :)
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It was common knowledge that when you are born that you have a timer on your wrist that counts down the time. What time exactly people wonder… When the timer reaches zero you meet your soulmate. Many people cannot wait until they meet their soulmate. But when you meet is up to the timer and how you meet is by chance. You’re left guessing what your soulmate looks like, their personality, if it’s a boy or girl, their age? But most soulmates are around the same age. There are no more labels since the timers, so no one is called gay, lesbian, bisexual, and straight. Everyone accepts that love is love. No one really knows how the timers can to be, when they started and who programmed them. Some books describe a time when people ‘dated’ other people and if it didn’t work out they ‘broke-up’ but if they found the person they wanted to spend their life with they got married. So people back then didn’t always marry their soulmate but still fell in love. I wonder what it would be like to fall in love back then. But as I look at the timer I see the glowing purple numbers 1year, 25days, 8hrs, and 10secs. I sighed taking off my headphones; right now I’m home alone. Mom and Dad are at work and my younger sister is out with her soulmate. Yep you heard me my younger sister has a soulmate before me. I’m 18 and I haven’t met my soulmate, I have another year to wait. Most kids nowadays meet their soulmate at 14-16 years old with the occasional 20 year old because they lived across the country or in another country. But when you live in a small town in the middle of Nebraska it’s almost expected of you to have a soulmate in the town and by the age of 13. But no I’m one of the only kids in Linicon, Nebraska who doesn’t have a soulmate. I mean I already get looks for my genetics which causes me to have one sky blue eye and one light grey eye. I got off my bed and walk to my bookcase, scrolling through the titles, when I reach my old favorite. ‘The Fault in Our Stars’ by John Green. It belonged to my Great-grandma, the pages are dog-eared and the cover is bent but still in perfect reading condition. I move my caramel color hair out of my face and sat back on my tie-dye bed. I understand why Great-grandma gave me this book. Mom and Grandma love the stories of first hand experiences of finding a soulmate but me not so much. I love the stories about trying to find love or falling in love with a glance. I lay back on my bed and replaced my headphones over my ears. I scrolled through my music playlist and found my pre-timer music list. Books, music and movies are labeled as pre-timer era and timer era. Great-grandma gave me all her cds and music devices, I love listening to them. I drain the battery on the iPod almost every week. As I’m reading about Hazel and Gus’s first meeting, while listening to the song ‘Lego House’ by a singer called Ed Sheeran, I hear the door downstairs slam.
“Iza!!”
I sighed, ‘Well my day was peaceful so far.’
“What Shelly?”
My door opened and my 14 year old sister flopped onto my bed. Her platinum blonde hair flared out around her head and her sky blue eyes glared at the ceiling.
“I don’t know what to wear Iza.”
I looked at her puzzled, “What do you mean?”
“For my date tonight I don’t know what to wear.”
“You were just on a date with Justin why are you going out again?”
She sat up and glared at me, “Just because you don’t have a soulmate doesn’t mean you can be jealous of me.”
I scoffed, “Who said I was jealous of you, I’m just stating why are you going on so many dates.”
“Fine then don’t help me,” Shelly got up and slammed my door when she left.
