Soul mates take time

I paced around the small room, thinking about everyone I knew. All of their clocks had gotten to zero.. By clocks I mean our soul-mate clocks. These clocks start as soon as you're born. When they get to zero, you're soul-mate should be right there. I look down at my clock, attached to my wrist. As if it's a part of me. Three days, four hours, and twenty-five minutes. I begin to shake. Excitement and fear running through me at the same time. I sit down. All I can think is what am I going to wear, and where will I be? I usually don't go anywhere, unless with my friends.. but they all have souls mate. They're all happy for me and show it.. but I don't think they know how I feel about it.

I layed back on my bed and sighed. I'm 19 and still living with my parents, I have no idea what I'm going to do with my life. So far, I've been drawing and painting.. I make money from that and I'm getting my own house.. soon hopefully. I looked up my picture that hung on my wall. I smiled trying to remember 7th grade from that picture. No wander people called me gay.. I look like a girl in that picture. I laughed at my own joke.

All of a sudden, stopping my laughter,my phone buzzed, scaring me at first. I picked it up and answered the phone call. It was my dad.

"Hey Carol are you home?" he asked, his voice seeming shaky.

"Yea, of course.. is everything alright?" I stood up in fear.

"Your mother had a heart attack at work.." when my father said that, my heart dropped.

"Dad... this is the second one.. T..they told her she couldn't have another one.." I felt my face burn.. I wanted to cry..

"I know, son.. she... she's gone.. the funeral is Saturday.. you have nothing planned, right?" He asked.

"No.. of course not.. I.. I'll be there.." I hung up after that. It's Wednesday. I.. I'm meeting my soul mate the day of my mother's funeral?... I can't believe this.. it isn't fair!