All the Stars

Prologue

     Charlotte closed her bedroom door and took a deep breath. The anticipation she had felt earlier was now overshadowed by dread. The glass of water she had just drank did nothing to calm her nerves.

     She had waited all day to finally be able to write to her soulmate. Just thinking about the first words to say to him had occupied her mind all day.

     Climbing into bed she thought about how the day had gone.

     She had spilled drinks, dropped presents, and even missed the timing on blowing out the candles on her cake. Her mind was distracted with what the first words to her soulmate should be. After thinking about it all day the only thing she could come up with to say was 'hello'.

     Maybe it was too simple. Popping off the cap of her marker she pulled her sleeve up to write. She tried thinking of something else to say but nothing felt right.

     Frustration filled her as she put her arm back to her side. Charlotte had considered waiting until the morning to write but was too excited.

     Her parents briefed her on everything she would need to know about talking to him in the weeks leading up to her birthday.

     Whatever she wrote on her arm would show up on his, and vice versa. It would last on the other person until the writer washed it off.

     There was one catch, it would only work if both people were eighteen. Not even just the day you turned eighteen, but down to the exact minute. Charlotte had turned eighteen at exactly eleven o'clock, which was when she had written 'hello' on her arm.

     Glancing down at her phone it was now midnight. Charlotte yawned as drowsiness set in. As excited as she was for him to reply, it was getting late.

     Finally giving up, she laid back to get some rest.

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     A scratchy feeling on her arm brought Charlotte out of her deep slumber. Rubbing her eyes she looked outside to see the sun coming up. Remembering why she woke up, Charlotte looked down at her arm.

So I guess you're legal now?

     Charlotte laughed, she hadn't thought his first words would be so blunt. It made her feel silly for spending as much time as she did on what to say.

     She leaned closer to get a better look at his words. They were barely legible. She had seen small children with better penmanship.

     The feeling of pen marks returned, this time on her other arm.

I would love to talk but I really have to go. I'll explain later.

     Jumping up to grab a marker she wrote back instantly.

Okay. I can't wait :)

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Edited by myarmiscramping

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