soul mate {e.d.}

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Soul mate.

The person you're supposed to spend your life with. In today's world, it is predetermined at birth. We're given a necklace with half of a unique shape and your soul mate has the other half. But here's the twist: there are seven billion people in this world. That means there is only one of 6,999,999,999 people that could be your soul mate.

Though there is a catch. The closer you get to your soul mate, the warmer the colour on the necklace gets. For example, your necklace stays purple until you reach a certain point. Some people say it's when you are about 1,000 miles away from them. Then, every 200 miles closer you get, the colour of the necklace changes. So when you are less than 200 miles away from your soulmate, the necklace will turn red. And the closer you are, the darker the red will turn. By the time you've met your soulmate, the necklace turns silver.

But no, we are not born with it dangling helplessly around our necks. It is given to our parents, almost like a birth certificate, and given to us at the age when our parents feel we are mature enough. Most parents give their child the necklace when they are 15 years old.

But how do the doctors know which necklace to give you, you may ask. Technology has advanced, and one thing that has been produced by the modernisation of technology is a machine called an ultrasonicsound . An ultrasonicsound is a machine that can detect the baby's personality before he or she is born. Those with the most compatible DNA and personalities are given the opposite halves of the same necklace. It's hard to wrap your head around, but there has been significantly less divorces compared to about twenty years ago. My parents always tell me stories of their childhood, explaining that the soul mate system didn't exist until two years before I was born.

My necklace has been dark purple since the day I was born, a sign that I'm over 1,000 miles (or more) away from my soul mate. So, since I'm going to be touring the world in a couple of days, I'll have a chance to try and find my soul mate.

You may be asking yourself, "she's touring the world?"

Yes. I am a popular YouTuber and Viner and I have been invited on DigiTour. This way, I'll have a better chance of finding my soul mate when I'm touring.

It's important at my age that I try to be the most responsible person I am. And flying down to LA to prepare for tour is an experience I'll never get again, but it's also an opportunity to show my mother that I am ready to find my soul mate. I mean, c'mon, I'm 15 years of age, woman.

Since my flight was early the next morning, I packed the night before, packing everything from tight black dresses to my Adidas Originals.

"Char, come down for dinner, please!" My mum called up the stairs. I put down my rainbow flip flops that I LOVE and followed the sweet aroma of my mum's sorta famous spaghetti and meatballs to the dining room table.

"So tomorrow morning, Peter is going to wake you up and take you to the airport, okay? So I'm just going to say my goodbyes before you go to bed," my mother explains. Peter is my mum's boyfriend, because my real dad passed away from brain cancer when I was nine. Legend has it that if your soul mate passes away, since it is predicted, there is another person in the world meant for you. Mum says it's true. Obviously.

Peter was okay. He didn't abuse me, but at the same time I could tell he didn't feel truly comfortable around me. His sons, however, made themselves feel as "at home" as possible.

"Okay," I reply, picking up my fork and beginning to slurp the spaghetti off of my fork.

"Charley, you're the messiest eater I know," Peter glared at me. "You're worse than your brothers." I shrugged and continued to eat, but this time normally. If only he would just let me be myself.

After dinner, I continued to pack, putting everything but my outfit for the next day and my toothbrush and toothpaste into my bag. I decided I wouldn't even bother putting on makeup tomorrow, because wearing makeup all the time isn't the image I put up for my fans.

After getting into my pyjamas that consisted of a too small tank top and a pair of Abercrombie & Fitch sweatshorts, I trotted down the stairs to say goodnight and goodbye to my mum.

"Stay out of trouble, okay?" I nodded as she gave me a hug and continued to kiss my forehead.

"You're coming to see us when we come to Manchester, right?" I asked her. She had said she got tickets to see us when we arrived in Manchester for our tour, about one and a half months away.

"Absolutely. And you're coming home for a couple of nights then, too, aren't you?" She asked me. I confirmed and she squeezed me one more time.

"I love you," I genuinely said. She smiled and kissed my cheek one last time before I went to bed.

"I love you too. Have fun in America."

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight, darling."

I went back upstairs to my room and looked at the clock. It was 9:37, which was a good time to go to sleep, since I had to wake up at 6:00 the next morning to catch my flight to Los Angeles.

I couldn't sleep because I was so excited. But soon enough, I fell asleep, dreaming of being on tour and FINALLY getting to meet those who helped me become who I am.