Soo here's a little introduction to the story. I know, it's short, but it's basically a prologue. If I continue this experiment, the chapters will be at least 2,000 words per chapter. I'll only continue if you tell me what you think in the reviews! And yes, it's an auslly story. And weirdly enough, I got this idea from a tumblr post. Enjoy!
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I adjusted the shirt by properly fixing the collar around my neck. Zipped up my blue skinny jeans. Took a step back to get a better view of myself in the mirror.
I could never focus on any of the outfits I wore, because my gaze would always land on the elephant in the room.
Scratch that.
The airplane in an aquarium.
I know, airplane in the aquarium? What's wrong with you, Ally? I couldn't even answer that if I tried.
Back to the airplane. Would you like to know what it is?
My gaze focused on the reflection of the object that hung around my neck.
The necklace.
I would always, by habit, lift my hand up and reach for it, grabbing the symbol that was attached to the thin chain that would lay on my neck.
I've worn it for seventeen years.
I'm only seventeen years old.
You think I'm lying, because it sounds crazy, right?
Wrong.
At birth, every human is given a necklace at birth. Each necklace holds half of a symbol around your neck. Only half. Some symbols are easy to make out, like a star, heart, music note. And some are rather difficult.
Like mine.
My symbol was half of something a couldn't make out. A line, with a smaller line curved diagonally sticking from its side.
I know, bad explanation.
We get these necklaces to find our future soulmate. Husband. Wife. When we're only less than a minute old.
The necklace has no clip, so you can't take it off. It's the only indestructible thing in the world.
Girls have a thin, chained necklace, the boys get a material that's very similar to dental floss. Weird, right?
Anyways, the necklace stays with you for life. You get no choice. There's no problems in the world with homosexuality, bisexuality, or heterosexuality, because our necklaces choose your soulmate with either gender.
When both of the destined partners reach their eighteenth birthday, your necklace gains a temperature. This temperature helps you find your soulmate. You're soulmate could be born in an entirely different country. You're soulmate could be born in the same city as you. Possibilities are endless.
If you're near your soulmate, the necklace turn warmer, and when you're nowhere near them, it turns colder. Simple, right?
My parents, Penny and Lester, were born in the same country, luckily. They found each other as my dad traveled north and my mom traveled south, and funny enough, met at the airport in between. Their symbol was, in fact, a music note. They both moved to Miami, opened Sonic Boom, and had me. That's the most average option to happen in our love lives.
But there's always a negative option in love.
There are some people in this world that rebel against the necklaces and try to break it, occasionally resulting in deaths. They try their hardest to break the necklaces off, sometimes their own heads could be wiped clean off. Those are the stupid people in the world.
Another option is when your soulmate dies. When they die, both necklaces' symbols fall off, leaving a regular necklace around your neck forever.
That's what happened to my little brother when he died.
"Ally," my mom called. I turned away from the mirror, my hand dropped to my side. "It's time," she said.
I read the time on my phone.
12:00 am.
"Happy birthday, sweetheart," my dad congratulated from behind my mother.
My necklace turned cold.