Do You Believe?

People are born into this world with the ability to discover their soul mate with ease, the person, or people, who are highly compatible with them. There are different rarities in this. People are born with a kind of necklace; these resemble a lock and a key, not in shape, but in their ability to come together. You are only born with half of the necklace. Size, colour, shape, each of these different aspects have different rarities. A small crescent shape is quite common, so is the reverse. Cadbury purple appears on at least 50% of necklaces. This makes finding a compatible match easier for the people with these types of common necklaces, but it also means these people are quite dull. Necklaces correspond with your personality, your family and genetics, and your physical characteristics. So people with common necklaces are usually common people with normal personalities, that’s why their match is easy to find. Some people choose to completely defy their necklace and make their own path.


3. 0.3

The second I walked through the door to my second period class, which just happened to be my independent study, I could feel the glares from the other 17 people in th- there's someone in my seat! In the far left hand corner, nobody sits within three seats of me and yet there he is. Sitting with his back to me. Imbecile. I stormed up behind him feeling everyone else's eyes follow me as I did so. I heard whispers and people stood to watch. As I got closer I could see that the guy was wearing earphones but also that I didn't recognize this man. I pulled at his earphone cords, getting his attention quickly.

"Well hello there," he said, his voice deep and gravely, also his accent was something I'd never heard before.

"Uhm. . . Who do you think you are?" I accused.

"Oh my! I know this one! The Queen of England!" He exclaimed with a large grin on his face. He must have noticed I didn't find this funny. "Ah yes, sorry. Name's Chord," he said, extending his hand towards me. "Just moved here from Australia."

Ahh. There it is. The accent that had me puzzeled.

"Well then. As you are clearly not the Queen of England, could you remove yourself from my seat?" I asked, my voice was not kind but it was not harsh either.

"Well Sweetheart, these people all seem to think Im a terror to sit next, probably something to do with the crocodile wrangling and my first child being taken by a dingo, so why don't ya just sit beside me," he said with a chuckle.

I heard collective gasps from around the room.

"The fuck did you just call me? Sweetheart? What is wrong with you? This is my seat, has been since before you moved here so please remove your fat ass from it," I demanded, and then he stood up.

"First all, what are you, like 5 3? That's amazing," he said laughing. "Next, I need your name to call you by but I assumed 'sweetheart' would be than 'aye yo bitch' and, this ass ain't fat. I work on it like twice a week, but thanks for paying it attention," he said, booping my nose with his right index finger before sitting down and resuming his work.

I pulled out the seat beside him and sat down, booting up the computer.

"See, that wasn't that hard now was it," Chord said, smiling at me and giving a wink when I turned to look at him and I growled. Literally.

"GO BACK TO YOUR DAMNED WORK YOU INCONSIDERATE ASSES!" I yelled, still feeling peoples glares hanging on me. I instantly heard keyboard taps erupt from around the room.

"So. Are you gonna tell me your name? I mean I'm not the Queen of England but I have to call ya something?" Chord whispered, giving my arm a nudge yet almost knocking me out of my chair.

"If you must know, my name is Emmeline," I said, not looking at him.

"Well that's a beautiful name but. . . I feel like it is a little long and I don't want to just call you Emma cause other people probably already do that. . . Hmm. . ." .Chord said with a thoughtful note. I could see something bad coming from this. "How bout I call you Dingo for now till I think of a better nickname aye?"

"That is a terrible idea. I'd prefer if you just didn't talk to me," I said, making it blatantly obvious in my tone that i was fed up with this 'Chord' guy already.

I turned back to my work and began writing up new background I had found to do with my necklace.

"This is about the necklaces?" Chord asked, interrupting my writing and pulling the screen so he could read it better. "Is this about your necklace?" He asked.

"Yes," I said as .harsh as i could manage, pulling the screen back towards me and continuing the type again.

"Can I see it?" He asked, almost too softly for me to hear.

I dont know why but I pulled it from my shirt and layed it on top as I continued to write up my evidence in my report.

"That's amazing. Its so beautiful and intricate. Wanna know a secret Dingo?" He whispered.

"No," I whispered back.

Chord lent over beside me and I could feel his warm breath on my neck as I involuntarily shivered.

"I was born without a necklace."

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