The Numbers

A tumbler inspired story...

Chapter 1-

Everybody in California had numbers on there wrist, these represented the time counting down until you meet your soul-mate. most families might wait out the time together or maybe with there friends in and overwhelming excitement until that very special day of Zero but of course me and my little sister Lindsey were not quite the same. I don't remember Lindsey's birth vividly being not even one years old when it happened, when the our clocks turned zero. Both of us at the same time.

This is what I was told happened; I was 10 months old when Lindsey was born. She was born with a small fluff of red hair I on the always had blond locks (Now died blue). Its was 2000 June 2nd a mild night when mother went into labour but there was one spectacle going on at that point because I had only two hours left on my numbers and I was 10 months of age. It was not a pleasant day for me, the horror that arrived on my parent's faces when they saw my numbers go to zero just as Lindsey was born a number zero too.

Chapter 2-

Here I am Its been 15 years since, I'm sat in a coffee shop ironically (white girl in coffee shop with a coffee). I look like a person spawned from tumbler (Because I am), with my blue hair doc martins and then the fact that I'm completely fucking gay. My purpose however is more Jeremy Kyle, well what are you supposed to do when your sister is your soul-mate get a DNA test of course. That is what I'm doing now waiting for Lindsey to come back with the test results while I sip a skinny latte with unknowing fuck boys circling like stalkers, just to play twenty questions. So on that note headphones in the smiths on, oh how hipster. I should grow a beard