Young Writers Society

  I prefered not to think about my Meeting. Every time someone mentioned it I glanced at my wrist and then distracted myself so I didn't have to think about it. It had been a while since I looked at the numbers, and I tried to avoid the topic and the anxiety that came along with it. I don't know why I was so worried about it. Though, anything could happen. My soulmate might deny the whole thing, or maybe we would be in a crowded area and completely miss each other.

  I suspected that my meeting was coming up soon, and it wouldn't hurt to just take a quick peek at my countdown. I had been staring at the ceiling in my room for a while just imagining what would happen, so I brought myself back to reality, stood up and rolled up my sleeve. There should still be a week or so left, I guessed, remembering the last time I looked. But when I twisted my wrist to see, I realized that I couldn't ignore it anymore.

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  Less than three hours were left and I looked like a mess. Even though I had my doubts, I should at least look decent for my Meeting. I walked into my bathroom and examined my appearance and what had to be done. It didn't take anymore than two seconds to realize that I needed Hazel's help. I picked up my phone to call her and she answered immediately.

  "Hey Kat, what's wrong?" I could tell by the noise on the other side of call that she was taking a walk, I could also hear her sipping from a drink. Most likely something from Starbucks.

  "I checked my countdown." gosh, that sounded like a stupid way to ask for her help.

  "And, what? You told me that there would still about two weeks left." another sip.

  "That's what I thought too. I'm sending you something right now." I hung up and snapped a picture of my wrist. I had wasted five minutes and I didn't look any better. With a couple clicks, I sent it to her. Not two minutes later and Hazel sprinted through the house and flew up the stairs to my bedroom. I was just about to jump into the shower but I first handed her all my makeup that I owned, which was a fair amount, what with all her gifts in hopes that I would use it. "Pick out makeup, here's a picture of me for reference, and I need something to wear, and please make it casual and comfortable. I'm going to the library once I'm done here." I took a shower, shaved, payed extra attention to my hair, and applied a facial I had bought a couple days ago. With my hair drying in a towel and my pajamas on, I walked over to Hazel, who had my picture in hand and was armed with an array of makeup supplies.

  "Okay, I made some rough decisions on makeup. And I think a top knot should work, unless you want a fishtail braid, because your hair is long enough to pull it off. For clothing, I picked a pair of jean shorts and a cute tank top that drops down in the back. So choose a cute exercise bra, preferably in a bright yellow, not neon, because the tank top is white with a pineapple on the front. I think it would be cute if the bra accents the top. Any questions, suggestions?" Hazel talks a mile a minute when she's really excited, like when she's talking about beauty.

  "Ya, um, how did you get over here so quickly? But before you answer that, let me just say that I would like the braid, and the clothing sounds really nice." I really did like her choices. I had entirely ditched that top last summer, but I realize now that I just needed the right bra.

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  "First off; thanks Kat, and next, I was in the neighbourhood on my walk, and when I saw your text I dropped my coffee on the sidewalk and sprinted over here." I sat down, cross-legged, on my bed while Hazel began to work her magic on my hair. "You know, you have really nice hair. Not too thick or thin, and it's the perfect shade of orange. Or red, I guess some would say. I wish mine wasn't this dull brown." I don't care what Hazel says, her hair is beautiful.

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  "Are you done yet?" the impatience dripped from her voice. I had went into the bathroom with my outfit in hand, hair all done. And though I was done changing, I still didn't come out, I was too consumed in making sure I looked good from every angle and every reading position.

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  Deep breaths...deep breaths... I finally opened the door to find Hazel laying on my bed texting someone. I layed down next to her to see who she was texting. We almost always let each other see who we're texting. It was Sean, her match.

  They had met last year on Christmas Morning. She was walking her dog Cocoa and slipped on ice. Someone ran up to her, and when she looked up, deep blue eyes met hers and her timer beeped at the same time as Sean's and they dropped onto the ice. Hazel and Sean decided later that Hazel could take the timers, and she made them into bracelets, she took Sean's and Sean took Hazel's. They were the cutest.

  She turned off her phone and we stood up. She looked me over and then motioned for me to sit back down so she could begin my makeup. "How much longer till...your meeting?"

  "1 hour 37 minutes." I closed my eyes while Hazel did eye makeup, just mascara, I didn't want to go overboard. I normally just did mascara and clear lipgloss, and that's just what we did.

  "Alright. And...finished. Your soulmate is going to love you." I feel overwhelmed and anxious again.

  "I feel like I shouldn't have payed so much attention to my appearance. Don't you think I should have done something a little less?" I looked in the mirror and spotted wedges laying out by my bed. I looked at Hazel in the mirror, "Really? I can't walk in high heels."

  "Oh Kat, poor innocent Kat. Highheels are quite hard to walk in, but wedges are different. It's much easier to walk in wedges." She always knew how to sell me on any fashion idea. "And if you feel like we're going overboard, just think. I have the grace of a cat, do you really think I just suddenly slipped? I slipped because I was wearing boots with heels." Her face was red like her nails.

  "I didn't think you would wear something like that while you were walking your dog." you learn something new everyday.

  "Ya, I know. Hey didn't you say yesterday, that your mom made cupcakes?" that was all it took for us to leave the room, some of my mom's cupcakes. They were the best.

  Once we were downstairs, I decided it was time to show my mom my timer. When she saw it, she sat me down and started addressing all my concerns.

  "It's entirely normal," she assured me and nodded, "every girl goes a little overboard when she's gonna meet her match. Besides, you look like you normally do. If you put on 5 pounds of makeup and a wedding dress, then you have reason to think you're going overboard. But you look like you're just going to the library to get some books. You look fine."

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  I stood right outside the library and eyed a cute boy walking towards me across the parking lot. The timer counted down the minutes until we met, not when we saw each other. He could very well be my soulmate, and I would have to stay in the library with him 'till our timers fell off and we would realize that we should introduce ourselves. Oh no, is he...is he walking towards-he just waved at me!

  "Hey" He was ever cuter up close.

  "H-hi." Gosh I was an idiot.

  He eyed my wrist and must have seen the time left, "Nervous?"

  I nodded. "Only 56 minutes, make that 55. And you?" I looked at his wrist, but he covered it up so I couln't see it.

  "That's a secret." Okay, this guy was cute and sarcastic. "Are you going in, or are you just going to stay out here? Because I'm going in, so."

  "So," d-did he just hold the door open for-oh, he's just being nice. But maybe he is my soulmate and he knows it. "What books do you like reading? Fiction, romance?"

  "A little bit of everything, actually. And you?" Hopefully he liked reading as much as I did.

  "I enjoy fiction and almost everything else." We made our way to the desk and I dropped off a book I finished reading, it was romance. He stepped back in mocked disgust, "Except romance, those things are horrible."

  "Have you ever even read any romance novels, um...what's your name?" Well, we haven't introduced ourselves and we act like we know each other.

  "Oh, I'm Russell. And you?"

  "That's my secret."

  "If I can have a secret, you can have a secret, it's only fair I guess."

  "I'm going to use one of the computers, I'll grab you an access code if you like."

  "Thanks, she-who-must-not-be-named." His smile was too cute.

  I went over to the desk by the front and grabbed two computer access codes and found Russell in the back of the library reserving two computers for us.

  For the next 50 minutes or so, we had a contest to see who could find the funniest meme, the loser would buy drinks from Starbucks.

  I turned my moniter to show a meme to Russell and while we were laughing, we heard two corrosponding beeps and two small thuds as our timers stopped and fell to the floor. We were suddenly silent, as we looked down to the ground. Russell looked back up at me and gave a weak smile.

  "I'm Kat."