Kind of a bad chapter since I wrote it just now, but inspiration struck and I figured I might as well. I feel subconscious because I'm afraid I used the word 'though' too much lol. Anyways, please read and review and let me know what you think of this so far. As it continues, the chapters will probably get longer. Thanks for reading! :)


I watch as May skips ahead of me, her red ponytail swinging perfectly from the left to the right. I smile at her still young and childlike nature, but also at how grown she is becoming. She's still as bubbly as ever, a trait I wish I could have. Her romantics are through the roof as expected of the ball of energy too.

The ponytail trances my thoughts though, and they drift to Aspen as I walk along behind her. His smile passes through my thoughts first and sends a tingle to my lips. The clear image amazes me and makes me miss him though I saw him only the night before. Right now though, he is being prepared to receive his serum if he has not done so already. Realizing this is true, I feel a smile cross my own lips.

May turns the corner and must stop. I do not see her and bump into her petite frame before me. My trance breaks and I focus down the street towards where our house sits, where May stares in wonder and shock. In front, there is a unrecognizable car, black and shiny.

I feel May's hand wriggle into my hand, which had balled up into a defensive fist though I had not realized this much. I look down at my sister and smile nervously. She looks up with question in her eyes, and I shrug.

"Let's go see what this is all about," I say squeezing the small hand in mine.

I lead May down the sidewalk and through our door. Our mother stands in the doorway and her eyes find mine, staring at only me with worry. I feel May's hand slip from my grasp, and I'm not sure if I dropped it or she pulled away. I want to look back at her, but my mother's gaze sends me into unease, like I shouldn't drop her stare.

"America, your home." She says shakily, her smile toying on her face and her eyes never betraying the real worry she felt.

The actions of my mother send a shiver down my spine. This isn't right, things in my family never quite flow this unnaturally. Before I can speak to ask what things were at matter to cause her so stiff though, a man in a grey button up and khakis steps out of the shadows.

The man is young, probably in his late 20's, but his forehead wrinkled in a way that made him look years older than actual. He glides across to us, and doesn't smile as he begins to speak.

"Miss. America Singer, would you mind if I pulled you aside to speak to you in private for a moment?"

A shiver goes down my spine as I look into his eyes, dark and depthless. I've never quite seen eyes of those colors, since they seem brown but are so deep they must be other colors as well. I stare for a moment and then nod slowly to answer his nearly forgotten question.

He leads me to my fathers area as though it is his own home and not mine. I follow willingly despite this, curious and a bit frightened. I'd never been the type to back down to these situations, I wouldn't start now.

"Miss. Singer, there was a problem dealing with Aspen Leger's serum receiving today."

My heart drops at the sudden answer and the abruptness of it. But then the words register, and my fear and curiosity broadens.

"What is the problem? Is he okay?" My voice doesn't betray my worry I suppose, but the man still smirks at my questions.

"America, Aspen Leger should receive his reversal today, you are his soul mate after all." A smile breaks through upon my face and lightens my mood. He's okay, this is all just a game.

"But, Miss. Singer, we can not give him a true reversal until we test some things."

My voice cracks over the lump in my throat as I begin to reply back to his ridiculous statement. "And might I ask what must be tested, sir? You have just said I'm his soul mate, that is enough for him to receive a reversal."

"Ah, dear, let me explain," he says slightly, he smirk dropping as his face turns cold. "The world isn't all the rainbow crap you think it is. Everyone has two souls mates in the world, two people they could end up with and be perfectly synced with. This isn't known much. Then, there's people like you, who fit one person only. Everyone's thought to be this way, but it's actually a grandly rare occurrence. You're a special one, one of grace though you'd never know. Born for a role and a single person. America Singer, you have one soul mate. One person your meant to have a grand love with. So while you are one of Aspen's perfect pairs, you will never love him as a true soul mate. I know this may be beyond your capacity of understanding now, but you will understand later. For now, I need you to pack your things. The government will be escorting you from Carolina. You're to meet your perfect person soon."