I guess we're connected...

Chapter one- My life has come to this...

Welp... What are you here for? To make the world a better place. To find your place in the world. Or... to destroy it. I'm still looking for what I am suppose to do with this "power", but let me catch you up to date..
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Alistair P.O.V.
It all started when I was 5 years old. It was a beautiful summer day and the school year was inching closer. I was out with my best friend, jasper. Jasper has blonde hair and a striking set of green eyes. He was very athletic and he always has a big smile on his face.We were playing around at the small creek near our suburban neighborhood. Jasper dared me to balance on the stone wall keeping us from falling in. Of course, I took him up on his dare and I was feeling like I was king of the world. I looked down into the creek and turned back to jasper. The next few minutes felt like I was moving through thick molasses. I looked him in his eyes and I saw fear. His usual smile was slowly dying out. I was falling backwards into the creek. He made a grab towards me, but he missed. I hit my head on the rocks below. My vision was fading in and out of focus. He dragged me back to my house where my mother was making my lunch. I heard her scream out my name,"Alistair! Alistair, can you heard me!" I gave her a small weak nod. I was rushed to the hospital and operated on. While on the operating table, my eyes drooped and I fell into darkness.

School year; START!

I woke up with a start. Breathing like I was running a marathon, I take a quick check around the room. It was a descent sized room. I have a book case lined with books; new and old. Next to it is a hard wood desk with a small lamp resting on it after that there was just my closet. Nothing jumped at me and my breaths became regular. Ever since I was a child, that horrid dream would come back. Just the scream from my mother alone, makes my blood run cold. The nightmare comes ever now and then but it still has the same effect. I look at my clock and it says 6:30. I pull myself out of the bed and get ready for the day.
--time skip--
I put on a white dress shirt and black dress pants. I tuck in my shirt and then tie my tie. I put on my winter coat and toss a scarf over my shoulder. Running down the stairs, I hug and kiss my mom, Lucy, goodbye. Tossing a piece of warm, buttered, toast into my mouth, I open the door. The cold air nips at my cheeks and my eyes start to water. I walk to the corner and see jasper already sitting at the bus stop, waiting for me. I wave to him and walk a little faster. "Hey, Ali! Just the person I wanted to see!" Jasper exclaims. He smiles and waves at me. I instinctively look at his pinky finger. A thin, blood, red string coils around his pinky then his wrist and goes into the sky. The day I fell into the creek, and hit my head, I became more in tune to spiritual entities, like the red strings of hope. The red string is what god ties to the pinky fingers of those who find each other in life. Legend has it that the two people connected by this thread will have an important story, regardless of the time, place or circumstances. The red string might get tangled, contracted or stretched. Looking at this tiny string just fills me with hope for his future. I don't know who is the lucky lady, but I hope she is ready for a hand full. The bus finally arrives and we board. I slide into a seat and look at my pinky finger. A long piece of torn string hangs loosely from my hand. I stare at it with a scornful look.

I was suppose to die from that fall. I never had a soulmate, because I was never destined to find her. I'm gonna die alone...

I try to not let it bother me, but that means I'm never going to find the one... I look outside the window and feel a small tap on my back. Looking over my shoulder, there is a good friend who is looking at me, as if I was about to jump off a bridge. "You ok, Ali? You seem kinda off today... Did you have the same dream again?" His face is full of regret. Jasper always blamed himself for what happened that day. I don't know what happened after I was in the hospital room, but I'm sure my mom gave him a stern talking to. Snapping out of my trance, I look at him and smile weakly, trying not to make him feel bad, and say "I'm fine." He gives me a look that says I don't believe you, but he gives me my space. Looking out the window I see the city. I and only I can see the beautiful scene. Over the city, there are deep red strings coiling around and over the sky scrapers. The beautiful red looks amazing over the sunrise. This never gets old.
---rest of bus ride----(to lazy to right the rest)

We end up at school and people start to pile into the halls. People are reuniting with their friends and talking. A few people says hi to me and Alison asks me how my summer went. And before we can start talking the bell rings. I give her a see you later and walk to my homeroom. I look around and jasper already sitting down. We usually have homeroom together, because our last names are the first letter. I sit down in the seat he saved for me. Mr. Brunswick tells us to take our seats and everybody start heading to their seats. He is the best teacher ever. He is really cool as long as you don't get on his nerves. Usually, we say snarky comments to each other and joke around. I say, " how was your summer?" And he says "You have a right to your opinion and I have a right to ignore it. Anyways, we have a new student, please introduce yourself."
A girl with light brown hair that touches the middle of her back, and it looks like her eyes are ice blue, but the weird part about her was that her string was long, limp, and it look like she had used a knife to cut it.
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