Chapter 3

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It's now Wednesday and I have been going to Uncle Vince everyday to practice on my new piece. I'm playing it a bit risky with this piece since I just literately finished writing it two days ago and I need to master it in three days.

No pressure right?

There's a lot of pressure because mom snapped at me yesterday for leaving with out permission so here I am on the bus next to Tierna. Who is doing monograms for fun?

Beats me.

"Look it's a tree." She shows me while I turn my head and squint my eyes. She smacks my arm while I laugh and lean my head back on her.

The thing with everyone on the team is they have bets on who my soulmate is.

Guess who they have their money on.

Tierna.

Why? Because she hasn't found her soulmate yet but I know she's not my soulmate. I would feel a pull right?

I've read a lot that if soulmates know each other before one is eighteen, they can feel a slight connection. It's interesting to say the least.

"No you don't get to lean on me if you don't think my game is cool." Tierna playfully tells while I roll my eyes.

"Whatever, I get to lean on you anyways because you love me." I tell her while she rolls her eyes.

"Mhm, you're lucky I do." She tells me before kissing my head.

"I want to place 20 more dollars on my bet, Ima win this." I hear Kelley whispering loudly to Sonnet who I guess is taking on the bet.

"And where are you getting those 20 dollars?" Alex questions while I laugh.

"Because last time I checked it was our account." Alex states while you can hear Kelley begin to complain.

We arrive to the field and the girls begin to get ready for practice while I decide to just run around the field. I slip off my sweats which leaves me in some tight long Nike pros and a tank top.

I can feel some of the girls staring at me while I shake my head before stretching.

"She is 17 pervs!" Mom yells while I laugh internally before I slip my headphones on and begin to run.

I run and run and a certain song begins to play pulling me into a world I hate to go in.

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