Finding Your Soulmate

SM one

0:0:0:10:44

No weeks, no days, no hours, ten minutes and forty-four seconds.

That was how long until I met my SM.

SM is slang for soulmate. And I will be meeting her today.

Unless it's another guy, but that happens a little more rarely.

Oh, by the way, my name's Hunter.

I am actually heading to school right now and I couldn't be more excited. I am walking since it's right down the road but I seemed to be more like running.

Ever since I could remember, one of the many things you talked about was your watch. When you got it, how it worked, blah blah blah. They are a big deal.

0:0:0:8:37

I step into the school. According to my mom, she met her soulmate, my dad, at the fair and both of their watches fell of once they ran out of time. I can't wait for mine to fall.

0:0:0:7:52

They are impossible to break. They only come off if you meet your SM or if your watch stops, meaning your SM died.

I step into my classroom for announcements. Everyone looks normal, actually. One girl doesn't have a watch. We're all 15.

0:0:0:7:10

Announcements come on over the intercom. Student of the year elections are coming up, drama class postponed, pledge of allegiance. I'm not paying attention.

0:0:0:3:66

Announcements end. The bell rings. We head to first period. My heart is pounding. But I realize I know everyone here, so how could I possibly see my SM, unless she is new.

0:0:0:1:35

Sweat drips from my forehead. I quickly wipe it with the back of my hand. I step into Civics class.

My seat is in the middle. I pace over to it and start on getting my homework out.

0:0:0:0:51

Less than a minute.

Do I look bad?

What if my watch is messed up?

What if I screw everything up?

0:0:0:0:29

Mr. Evans starts a lecture on the last battle of the civil war. I don't listen.

0:0:0:0:15

The door opens. I immediately look and see the lady that works in the office.

0:0:0:0:09

She tells us we have a new student. She came from across the country.

0:0:0:0:04

She steps aside to let her in.

0:0:0:0:02

A tiny girl steps in. She is staring at her watch. She has on black converse. "Introduce yourself, sweetheart," the lady says.

0:0:0:0:01

"Hi I'm Charlotte."

Our watches fall off.

She pushes her long black hair behind her ear and looks up.

We make eye contact.

And she smiles. She has freckles on her cheeks. We pick our watches up and she sits in her desk. Everyone is staring.

I'm smiling too.

-

Hello.

So obviously this story is a little different. But I can't take all the credit. I got the idea from tumblr but I wrote the story.

Btw this book will be a series of one shots unless stated. If you have any questions about the watches they will probably be answered later on.

Thanks for reading and I hoped you enjoyed!

Please answer the following question:

Should I name my chapters?

Byeeee

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