Soulmates {Rewriting}

Closer and Closer {Pov Paige}

The warm and friendly glow of sunshine from my window beat down on me greeting me as I open my eyes. Yawning, I pulled back the covers still a little drowsy. I rubbed my and blinked my eyes rapidly to let them adjust to the light. I glanced at the clock sitting on my side table: 9:00 it said. Remembering what an important day it was exuberance filled my chest making me feel almost lighter on my feet as I threw back my covers.

Today was the day.

Today was the day. All my other friends who had timers had always been envious because of how my timer showed a shorter time than theirs. The same goes for my older brother Isaac, he too was jealous. Almost everyone I knew had a timer. Well, at least the higher class did.

It counted down to when you were supposed to meet your soulmate, and today was the day I was supposed to meet mine. I was on what the called the 'fast track.' Unable to not look, I glanced down at my wrist. I read these words, 5 hours, 23 minutes and 0 seconds. The nauseating and fluttering feeling set into my stomach the moment I looked down. A slow smiled pulled across my lips at the thought.

I darted into my closet, shifting though my clothes to find something. Something absolutely perfect. After pulling on my first choice I turned to look in the mirror at myself.

The dress I'm wearing is a sterling grey, which went to my knees. The sterling grey draws attention to my cobalt blue eyes. The black leather jacket I'm wearing, went down to the bottom of my rib cage, giving me a little bit of a hardcore look. Matching the jacket, I have on a pair of black ankle boots. Going back on my previous thought about this outfit being just bit hardcore. I grimaced looking at myself, it didn't seem like me. I want to met him as me, not some hardcore bad girl or something. Going back into my closet I changed into something more my style. When I come out the closet again, I was wearing dark blue skinny jeans with a baby blue t-shirt under a grey hoodie, that was under my usual green army jacket with my signature blue converses.

What time is it? I stole a glance at my alarm clock, it read 9: 30. Upon seeing the time, I walked into my bathroom and brushed my teeth. I then wash my wash my face, feeling as though I had scrubbed away my drowsiness. Once I had finished the rest of my morning routine I took one last glance at myself in the bathroom mirror, before I walked out the of my room. I look good, I thought smiling. My chestnut brown hair was slightly wavy today, and my cobalt blue eyes dazzled in the morning light bringing more detail to them.

Once I stepped out of my room I realized how truly loud my house was. From downstairs I can hear my mom yelling at my older brother, Issac, to wake up. That's a lost cause. His room was adjacent from mine. He was a super deep sleeper so there was no possible way to wake him up.

Just as I began my decent down the stairs I heard the door scrap open, causing me to freeze. "Ok, ok. I'm up!" He yelled down to our mother. I glanced out at his grumpy figure. The hair on one side of his head was sticking up while the other side lay flat. His eyes were half open, his lips were in a annoyed grimace and his eyebrows were slanted downwards. He was wearing only his boxers. He also didn't seem to realize I was there. "Geezzzz, can't I be allowed in sleep in on a Saturday," he muttered under his breath in irritation as he walked back into his room slamming the door behind him.

As I walk through the threshold of the kitchen, my mom gave me a warm smile. "Are you excited for today?" She questioned me, her eyes twinkling excitedly. My mother had the same hair color as I did though her eyes were emerald green instead of my cobalt blue. She had high cheekbones and a heart shaped face which I had also inherited. I had also inherited her pouty small pink lips and her small nose. Though I got my height from my father. My mother was rather short.

Smiling widely back, I lied," absolutely." My hands had become clammy and shook slightly. My stomach was doing backflips just thinking about it.

Mother wistfully sighed as though she was reminded the day she met my father. My father, who sat at the other side of the table, was reading the morning announcements with his eyebrows furrowed above his blue eyes. Mother glided gracefully to his side placing her small hands on his large broad shoulders."Remember when we first met?" She asked him still looking wistful and happy.

"Like it was yesterday," he said his expression changing to a softer and gentler. My father was a very tall man with dark brown hair and bushy eyebrows. He had a long chiseled face with high cheekbones. He had a large hooked nose and full lips. To those he didn't know him he was very intimidating. He placed a large hand on my mother's in a comfortable and loving manner. I smiled lovingly at my parents. I wonder if they were like this when they first met or were awkward with each other and took their time to get to know each other.

Ruining the loving moment my brother came barging into the kitchen in a t-shirt (thankfully) and a pair of boxers. His dark brown hair, only slightly lighter than my father's, was sticking out in odd places. Seeing him, my mother furrowed her eyebrows together in annoyance. "Issac go back upstairs and change. It's a special day today."

Shaking his head scowling, he replied in a rude tone," it's a special day for Paige, not me." He sat down at the table beside me. Almost instantly, a deep frustration stirred inside me, if today was his special day I would have been ecstatic for him. I wouldn't have be acting in the way that he was acting at this exact moment.

Or would I? If my timer was slower than his, would I have that deep envy that he had now?

I pushed the thought away as I sat down in the chair beside his. My mother went back to making breakfast, while father went back to reading the morning announcements. Leaving Issac and I, sitting in an awkward silence. He sat next to me glaring at the wallpaper. What did that wallpaper ever do to you? I thought smiling a little at my own humor.

Now not having anything to distract me from my thoughts they span around my head in a whirlwind. I absentmindedly began to twirl the pendant of my necklace in my fingers. Trying to settle my thought into a more organized manner. I twirl it until the chain tightens around my neck and I then let it twirl back in the opposite direction. I then would repeat the action. Fortunately breakfast was made rather quickly, so my thoughts didn't make my confusion last.

Once we start eating, my father started a conversation with mother about something about his work, often times mentioning names that were unfamiliar to me. After everyone had finished with their meals, mother picked up all the dirty dishes and put them into the sink for Mito (our household android) to clean them. (Mother rarely prepared the meals except for special occasions). I timidly walked to the door. I glanced back at my parent unsure of myself. My mother and father were smiling at me sending me some comfort which slightly eased my nerves. When I reach for the doorknob my hand began to shake violently.

Can I really do this? What if he's not like I imagine he will be.

My hand griped the doorknob, making me slightly flinch at how cold it was. I slowly opened the door and I strode out before my worries could catch up with me. The sun was shinning down through the leaves of the trees that stood proudly beside my home. Birds chirped cheerfully, singing their tune for all to hear. Cars drove by, most of them driving way too fast. Other people drifted about each of them with a purpose or a place they needed to be.

I practically had to force myself to walk down the steps, my knees were shaking so much that they were practically knocking themselves together.When I reached the sidewalk, I couldn't help but glance at my timer, wondering how much time was left. 3 hours 30 minutes 0 seconds.

My heart began to beat rapidly, so rapidly that I felt as though it was about to explode from my chest. 3 hours and 30 minutes til I met my soulmate? I thought astonished. My knees began to shake even more, but I managed to walk down the sidewalk, with each step I was getting closer and closer.