Count Down

Count Down

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"What if a clock counted down to the moment you met your soul mate, would you want to know?" Alane Crystal Parker, that's my real name but everyone just calls me Crysti, except my brother who calls me Clumsy. Unlike everyone else on earth, I was born with a busted clock. A green rimmed metal plate on my wrist with 6147d 15h 5m 23s left. Apparently, as far as I know, this means my soul mate died before I even got the chance to be born. But, that's just the tip of the iceberg, my life has gone down hill since, my brother has always laughed at me for, as they put it "Being so clumsy, I broke my clock" I've always thought, maybe they're right, maybe I'm such a big clutz I broke my one shot at love. Until today.
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Everyone is born with a special mark on their wrist and whoever has the same marking as you is your soulmate. And through my 21 years of living, not a single person has matched my mark. As cliche as it sounds, I sometimes come to think if I was born in the wrong generation... (Completed) I was inspired by another fan fiction by 70ssunflower :) Go check her stuff out!

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