Switch a Life

Chapter 1

There are two things that make up life, love and soul. You'll find that in all living things, in all humans, wherever you are. In another universe, similar to our world, people live their lives. Kids go to school, we have presidents and kings, students move on to college, and money has world power. A single thing is different, and it rests on the human hand. Everywhere you go, each person has a message on the palm of their hand, the constantly changing number of steps they are away from their soulmate. It sounds crazy, I know. Heck, you may not even believe in soulmates, but trust me...they are very real in this world. But we won't focus on the world. We won't focus on a continent, an ocean, or even a city. We'll focus on a girl, a boy, and a life.

"Are you exited?"

"Hm?" Lifey could barely stay awake. She was too busy trying to digest her cereal to answer her mother.

"Come on, sweetie! It's senior year! I've been trying to pump you up for this for a while now,"
her mom finished the last part in a murmur and put Lifey's to-go tea on the table.

"Sorry, I stayed up watching the election. As for school, I'm fine," it was August 22, and in the country of the Majesty Continents, it was Election Day. The previous president had resigned, people disagreeing with his terms and propositions, and decided to return to his life before presidency. Lifey was never one for politics, but for some reason, this one election interested her. And then she looked at the clock. "Oh, I have to go!" Lifey shot up and grabbed her tea. She brushed her platinum blond hair, with a single stroke. She felt like a grandma with it. It almost looked white, and it was medium length, curly, and clashed with her peachy skin. She would do something about it, but she insisted that she didn't have the time or the energy. She threw on some bright green socks, a pink sweater, blue jeans, a purple overcoat, and some high top, orange boots. Weird...but who cares?

"You're really wearing that?" Her mom reacted.  "And she's out the door, ok then."

Lifey ran to her bus stop and managed to get there before the bus came. She sat and waited. It was her first day of senior year. She was going to graduate. She was going to be an adult. Her life was going to change. She was ready.

  When arriving at school, Lifey was texting her mother to ensure her that she made it on time. When done, she put her gloves back on her hands. Most people didn't cover their hands. Everyone looked at their hand constantly, hoping they'd run into their soulmate. Some people would follow how many steps their hand told them to walk and try to find each other. That's why so many people were in relationships.  Lifey wondered if those people were really in love, or if they just felt like they should be. Maybe the numbers on their hands were a test. She wanted something real. She wanted to find her soulmate for herself. She wanted to feel it. Before she could finish putting the glove on her right hand, her tea was knocked out of the grip of her elbow and spilled on the marble floor. Great. She was already running for class and now she was going to be late. "Excuse me!"

A boy with black hair, slicked back, and a pair of cocoa eyes to match his complexion, stopped in his track and smiled at lifey. "So sorry about that."

Lifey suddenly didn't mind. "It's ok, it happens."

The boy smirked. "Yea, keep telling yourself that."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Maybe one day you'll learn how to properly get a guy's attention."

Lifey was unsure of what to say to that. "Aren't you gonna help me clean this up?"

"Oh sure. There's some paper towels in the boys bathroom. I'm sure you won't mind getting them from there," he left, hands is the pockets of his black overcoat.

Lifey glared at him and his obnoxious walk. She suddenly did mind. Kneeling to clean up the tea puddle, she got a glimpse of her hands reflection. The small number was going up.

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