Sixteen, so Nick was old. He was sitting on the bed, ticking off his calendar the next day. His soulmate celebrates his birthday on the new year and is five years younger. He is afraid to go outside so that he does not meet her too soon. Consequently, their relationship would be very complicated. Today she is only about eleven years old. He has no idea why relatives are to be born together, but he doesn't mind. At least he has more time to grow up and prepare so he can be the perfect other half.

He got up and got dressed. He did morning hygiene and then had breakfast. Lazily, he went to school. Thank God he invented Friday, otherwise he would have died at that school today. Today will be free. The children from elementary school are supposed to come to his school, they go on an excursion to see that high school is not the same as High School Musical. He used to be so naive as well, now he'd rather slap himself for it. He was supposed to go to the garbage can and not do a proper high school, where he sleeps for three hours a day thanks to learning. Three miserable hours and his marks are still worthless. Sometimes, when he got up in the morning, he wondered if it would not be easier to fake his own death and stay in bed for a while longer. However, he would not succeed when his mother is at home with his little siblings and throws him out of the house every morning.

He finally sat down on his bench and threw the bag on the floor at his feet. Since school started drowning again in the winter months, he has been going to school better - to sleep. The warmth, it puts him to sleep, he tries to be awake himself, but even matches don't help him and his eyes just close.

A substitute teacher came for the first lesson. Their math teacher took on the first group of children from elementary school. So the class was free and he watched videos on youtube. Mostly he only watched videos with cute kittens and puppies. He is not on those videos where people are maimed, like his classmates and friends. Sometimes it occurs to him that his friends are sadists and he has an incurable piece of soft pillow.

Soft. He is soft. Does that mean his other half will be the rough and cool? God, he will be the one to wear a skirt in a relationship.

He accepted this when he looked at the puppies playing with a big stick.

Every single hour passed quickly, that is, at least faster than normal, and he could take a lunch break. He picked up his bag and ran out of class. He always goes down to the locker rooms, where he stuffs himself with a sandwich.

As he ran down the stairs, he collided with one of the groups of children from the elementary school that was already leaving.

Suddenly a strange feeling in his chest stopped him. Infarct? No, he's only sixteen. So what?

This feeling is weird. He is warm, as if he had just met something he was missing - it occurred to him at that moment. 

His other half was in that group from elementary school!