I'm getting quite tired of the pouring rain and the dismal look around me. I'd much rather be where my soulmate appears to be the flashes of beach, surf, and sun flickering behind my eyelids seems much more appealing as well as the busy city that I sometimes see. They hint about my soulmate's life. We all start seeing through our soulmate's eyes around the 1 week away mark, its beginning to get more and more vivid the closer my birthday gets. I wonder if my soulmate travels a lot or lives in a big coastal city. I can't wait to talk to my soulmate, hopefully I haven't keep them waiting or worse what if I'm waiting on them? What if they don't want to talk? What if I'm just imagining them? What if I'm Soulless or worse my Soulmate decides to get the surgery? Or what if they're a terrible person and I get taken to a Clinic?

Now thoroughly alarmed, my anxiety flares up. My breath sticks in my throat and my pulse slams in my veins, making it even more difficult to breathe. My hands shake and I drop my umbrella as well as my bag, the rain immediately soaking through my jumper and trousers. I start counting down from ten over and over like my mom taught me, taking deep breaths and focusing on a point on the ground. Now that I've calmed down enough I see that I'm absolutely drenched. "Fuck. I can't even hold it together long enough to get inside the school. God, I'm stupid." My soulmate would probably rather go to Hospital and get the surgery than be with a worthless squib like me.

The bell tolls signalling 5 minutes until Ms. Bleecker's class. I hate her class with a passion, now I much like Biology but Ms. Bleecker is a rather small frail older woman with a cruel personality that definitely doesn't fit her small frame.

I rush into the class, bursting through the door, a shaky, "SORRY, MS. BLEECKER!", thrown over my shoulder as I make my way across the room to my group's desk.

"Late again, Andrew James Finnegan?" She sneers at me and my friends snicker at my full name. I wince, sitting down, dropping my bag onto the floor. "Ah how could I forget you're nearly 15 now aren't you? You must be just dying to talk to your new soulmate. Though I highly doubt she'd ever want to meet a gross little boy like you, with your luck you'd end up Soulless."

I've learned to tune her out at this point but she gets through now that my defenses have been fucked, my headphones got ruined in the rain. I feel my eyes prick with tears, her words hitting the root of my worry, though the shocked or amused gasps around the room get to me more than her. When she turns back to the board, I lean over to Stacia and whisper sourly, "No wonder her Soulmate left her."

She looks at me, shocked before a abrupt giggle leaves her mouth. "A.J.! You can't just say that! You're a pure bean!"

"I am not and she's a horrid bitch anyways"

"A.J.! That's offensive!"

I shrug and turn back to face the front, watching Ms. Bleecker write out the day's lesson on the board. She's taking forever, writing out steps. I'm sure we're doing a lab by now and I get excited. Last time we got to play with a hamster for the class period as long as we wrote down "observations".

Frog Dissection.

I grimace, yeah I like Biology but what did the poor frog do? Stacia turns to me, grinning madly, a mischievous glint in her eyes. 'Oh no..' Now, I love Stacia to death but she's....a little much sometimes though I guess you'd expect it from someone in the drama club. Her other friends in the club are far worse than her though. I sneak a look at Javi who's currently sharpening his group's pencils, making my terror look more dramatic, it startles a laugh out of him and I feel proud. Javi hardly ever shows any emotions so I feel especially ecstatic that I was able to get a laugh out of him.

Stacia smirks at me, "Making googly eyes with Javi again? Have you noticed he only laughs when you're around?" I whip my head around so fast I swear my neck cracked. "E-excuse me? That's one of my best mates and I've got a Soulmate mind you." Stacia says nothing but glances between us smiling. She flips her pink streaked-frizzy blond hair over her shoulder as she walks over to the first group's desk to pick up the materials for the lab. Apparently, we're not actually dissecting today, we're just identifying the parts of the frog.

For the rest of the class I find it hard to focus what with everything my soulmate seems to be up to. I turn 15 in two days so the visions are a lot more vivid. Usually in the last few days, kids tend to stay home so they're less overwhelmed. I would be doing this if not for the fact that I have to go to school to since I hate sulking around at home but Mum said I should, she's been struggling with finances a lot since she doesn't have a soulmate and being a Caretaker doesn't pay a whole lot.

Everytime I brought up the visions to my mum, she seemed happy for me in a sad way but I think it makes her feel lonely so I try to not bring up with her though I'd love to speculate with her, especially now that the day's almost here. Despite Stacia and Javi being my best friends, I talk to my mum about everything and it makes me feel kind of depressed that I can't talk to her about this stuff. I mean I can't really bring it up with Stacia since she's always with her Soulmate, Jamie, who she'd been friends since 3rd Class, so she wouldnt' understand the mess of trying to figure out who your Soulmate is or could be.

And with Javi, the Soulmates thing was tense. He was 17 now and still hadn't heard from his Soulmate which meant he might end up as a Caretaker. Anytime I had brought up in the past he either went on about how people should choose their own Soulmates and the system was awful or he'd look just plain uncomfortable. So I quickly learned not to discuss it with him or Stacia. I mean I'd had a few conversations with one of Javi's ex-girlfriends, Lisa, before but she had chosen to get the surgery to be able to be more focused on her career. She had graduated already and last I heard was doing well at University.

So you see how awkward it is for me to talk about my Soulmate even though I was practically bursting at the seams to.

Stacia taps me on the shoulder when the bell rings, snapping me back into reality. "Come on, Freud, we've got more classes."

I look at her confused, shaking my head while gathering my things, "Freud?"

Stacia looks at me with that disappointed look she gets when I don't get her references. "You seriously don't know who Sigmund Freud is?"

"Should I?"

She groans in despair, "Kids these days." She heads for the door and I follow her.

"Hey! I'm only a few months younger than you!"

"Nearly a whole year, AJ."

I pout at that, she knows how being one of our younger friends makes me feel, especially since she's turning 16 in a few months and Javi will turn 18 this year. At least Jamie and I are closer in age.

I walk Stacia to her next class, before heading to mine. English, though I've yet to meet the actual teacher, the whole year it's been substitutes struggling with the textbook. The first few months was pretty funny to watch but it got more and more annoying to deal with as time went on. Today it's a relatively short younger woman who's writing her name on the board: Mrs. Jefferson. Some of the older guys in the back, one particularly horrid group of them, groan at the Mrs, like the disgusting horny animals they are. I shake my head, shuffling over to my seat right as the bell rings. I'm starting to get a migraine with all the bright lights and the shrill bell that's combining with the flickers of my Soulmate's life flashing through my mind. Maybe I should have stayed at home after all, Mom did try to force me to stay in bed anyways.

No, I'll try to at least get to lunch maybe some food will help, I did only have an apple for breakfast.