The Story Of Us ▸▸ Kellic

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Tony and I's rooms were identical, so I don't know why he was concerned in getting the second room.

I continued to unpack my bags, putting every thing where I wanted it. By the end of it, everything was put away except for my books. With a huff, I opened the bag containing all of my books. On top was the Story Of Us. Carefully, I pulled it out and set it to the side. 

The rest of my books were dumped onto the floor, making a small circular ring. One by one I organized them and set them on the bookshelf. My eyes gazed at the bulkier book. How many pages could this book possibly have?

I picked it up and sat down on my newly made bed. I traced the shapes on the cover, getting ready to open it. Anticipation ate away at me as I flipped the first page. Cursive writing filled one side.

I began to read.

A lot of people want the option to choose your future and change your past. But no one can do that it seems. Another thing society wants is to recognize or acknowledge their future. They want to see what they'll look like when they're on their deathbed, who they're going to marry, how many kids they're going to have. The future is bright, and we help satisfy your wishes to look beyond right now. Within holds everything and anything in your life. When you were younger, now, and when you die. Everything you see won't be forgotten easily, and everything in here will happen. There is no changing your future, no matter how many times you may try, for we know when you will try to change it and then we add onto our statistics. This book was created before your existence. No one but us, and now you, knows your story completely. Sending or sharing this information would not be wise. Good luck Kellin Quinn.

My breathing stopped as I stared a thin, white paper. It didn't look a day old, yet it was supposedly written before I ever existed? I didn't know if I wanted to continue on in all honesty, but the inquisitive side of me flipped the next page. 

"What was all the noise about?" I heard from my door. With posthaste, I shut the book and tossed it behind me. I heard it land with a soft thud. Tony quirked his eyebrows at me. 

"What was that?" He questioned, shifting his position right outside my door.

"None of your business." I snapped at him, standing up from the bed. 

"Looked like scrapbook." He taunted, smiling at me mischievously. "Someone missing his mama?"

"It wasn't a scrapbook, now get out." I said, tired of Tony already.

"Whatever, Mike helped me unpack so we're going out." I nodded, shooing him off mentally. I heard his foot steps fade away and when I looked back, he was no longer standing in the doorway. He was gone.

Quickly, I reached behind me and grabbed the book, tossing it in front of me. I flipped to the front page and took a deep breath before skipping to the next page.

Chapter One, Birth.

The chapter told me everything I needed to know, and from what I read it was accurate too.

"No way." I mumbled under my breath when I finished the chapter. How were they so accurate?

I couldn't place my finger on it. I just couldn't accept the fact that someone or something claimed to have made a book explaining my whole life. Who could dedicate so much time for just one specific person? And how did I even get the book?

Another part of me thought the polar opposite. Part of me wanted to believe that something out there created this book. And it was right, I have always wanted to know what my future held. I just never realized that I'd get that information.