She watched as he stood before the class from beside his desk. "I will only demonstrate this once. So, it is best if you pay attention." He enunciated each word, his gaze fixed on a specific student. "If done correctly, this will allow you to incapacitate your enemy without any risk of detection to yourself." He spoke and began to move through the process. She looked back down at her textbook and skimmed the passage pertaining to the current lesson to further solidify the practical demonstration in her mind. She felt confident. The previous couple of days she obsessively poured over the entire chapter in preparation and mimicked the process as best she could. "Now...let us begin with..." She looked back up to find him pinning her with a merciless glare and a snide remark very likely on his lips. She swallowed and prepared herself for the barb of words that would inevitably be directed her way for the duration of today's lesson.
We all get into my friend Mariahâs car. She drives us to our hoco 2017. We all blast musicout so loud abd shove sour patches into our mouth. We approach the driveway and something catches my eye. I see a bunch of limousines. And a girl with curled hair and a large purple flowery dress. Thats when i realize how underdressed I am. I'm wearing only a plain black dress with nothing on it. I begged my mom fir a dress like that girlâs, but she said that we cant afford it. Money is extremely tight in our home because my mombis an author. We only have a 2- bedroom house while even Mariah has a 3+ bedroom house. Its embarrassing.? That is ehy I dream of getting into Harvard to get highly educated, but thst means i must face letting my dreams of creative writing go.
We bring our caf
ONE YEAR LATER Its hoco 2018. I worked(okay and stole somevof moms money) and bought a good dress. Iâm on the dance floor wearing a dress consisting of a millennium of flowers. My hair was done by the hair dresser. It has the perfect curls. Different color lights are shining everywhere and my favorite songs are blasting across the whole dance floor. Best of all, my friends are all around me and continue to stay by my side. _Iâm having a blast. _I think. I dance harder and faster and before I know it Iâm at the center of the crowd. Iâm dancing hard until I see your sparkly blue eyes staring right at me. Your brown short hair and white skinshines in the bright light⊠I gaze at you in awe. _Who is this person? How have I never seen him before?! _
We keep staring at each other until you come up to me and ask âDo you wanna dance?â Thatâs when my world flipped over. A extremely gorgeous boy asked me to dance?! Iâm so FLATTERED!!! This has never happened to me before. Maybe I can finally be cool!
I let my guard down.(Lewis Capaldi Someone you loved)
It was the Friday after a long week. It was time to have fun. I thought. I picked up my phone laying right next to me and called you to come over. âThere is an open room. â I said âWanna.. yk?â
You said yes. The first day was awesome. Before I knew it, you were at my door every Friday waiting to go into that empty room. I was terrified of ruining my life with a pregnancy, so I asked âis this safe for us to be having sex weekly?â âYes I did the research!â He said. âPromise?â âYesâ he said âOk I trust you handsome!â Then we kissed.
Mari (short for Mariah) saw all 16 of our sex posts and got flustered. She came up to me and said â Rachel, you shouldnât be hanging out with this guy! He was terrible to us before, Remember?â âYeah, but heâs nice to me now, so...â I said.
Mari: So what? He's not nice to the rest of us! (our friend group)
Rachel: But heâs super hot and I finally get to be exposed to the cool league!
Rachel: You should be happy for me!
Mari walks away
And then you pulled the rug. (Lewis Capaldi Someone you loved.)
About 3 months into our weekly sex routine, I realized that it was my period week. _What thatâs so odd⊠I havenât started it yet! _I rechecked the dates, but nope I wasnât miscounting the weeks! The next day I woke up with a horrible stomach ache. I groaned so loudly that mom came into check in on me. I suddenly burped and she was like GO to the bathroom!! She was pointing frantically, so I went grudgingly, but then couldnât make it to the toilet in time. I threw up all over my pristine white bathroom floor. Is this cramps? No it canât be! My cramps usually arenât this terrible!
I threw up 4 more times that day. 4. Mom took me to a doctor to see what was going on. The doctor checked me and said that I had no diseases. When mom mentioned that I missed my period week, he was like âoh has she been having sex lately?!â
Oh crap. The answer is yes. And WAY too much.
It all hits me like rocks. God help me. Iâm so ridiculously stupid.
I clasp my hands with my mouth. Mom face turns red. âItâs with that white boy whoâs lurks around our house every Friday right?â âMom saidI. KNEW he was up to no good. I knew I shouldnât have trusted you with a relationship.â
âUnfortunately, This calls for a pregnancy test.â âNO!â he said our sex wouldnât lead to pregnancy! Ever! He promised! He did research.â
âWell is he an experienced doctor? Does he even have have his _degree _yet?â
That stops me. âCase is closed we are taking a pregnancy test. _Ugh! At least I know it wonât come out positive. _
I get into the car with my mom to drive to the pregnancy test place. âRachel I canât freaking BELIEVE you!â Mom said âYou had such an amazing and successful life. Your grades were all. As you were set to go to Harvard! And you risked throwing all of that away for some boy?!â
Iâm not pregnant. Iâm not pregnant. I keep repeating to myself ignoring momâs lecture_ And I will prove that to you, mom. _
âOk done!â Said the tester âyou should receive a phone call with your results in a few days.
A FEW DAYS LATER⊠She dropped the phone and burst into tears The doctor just confirmed her fears (Martina McBride, Iâm gonna love you through it.)
Ring! Ring! My mom runs to the kitchen. I follow her to listen in. âThe results were positiveâ the guy on the phone said loud and clear âI recommend you look at our website for options regarding abortion or adoptionâ My mom slammed the phone and burst into tears. No this canât be true. He PROMISED. Just like that my worst fear just came true.
I call you immediately after that. You pick up the phone and I tell you the news. You apologize 20 times. My mom calls your mom and screams at the top of her lungs at her. Just like that, our relationship is over.
My mom took away my phone, so Iâm forced to use my laptop. I click on instagram. I need to see whatâs going on with his life. Living without him is The. Absolute. Worst. I click on your instagram page and view your most recent post. Itâs a picture of you in a handsome suit and the next picture is one of you having sex with me. _That was the night we had sex the longest. _I read the caption: Hey guy squad, big news! I just impregnated Rachel Cunninghamđ Only need one more person to reach my goal of 5! #socool #risktaker #hotguy #firesexer
I freeze. Time stops. I fall to the floor. You never loved me. You were just trying to use me. Which means Im not actually a pretty magazine cover star. Iâm just as ugly as I thought I was before.
I did not go to school the following 3 months after. My parents were too scared to let me out in the world and I was too scared that I was going to run into you.
I was literally stuck at home. Eventually they got tired of me beibg at home and made me go back. _Finally, I get to be surrounded by chatter again and be somewhere besides on the plain mattress of my bed. _
I was wrong. Being at school was 10 times worse than being at home. When I walked the hallways to my first class, people made dirty faces at me and would move quickly away whenever I got close to them. I was excited for 3rd period though because Mariah was in my class. _She'll definetly be able to help me. _I walked into 3rd period and scan for my seat next to Mariah. I realize that someone else is sitting there. I stare at the person sitt
Mari walked to every single class with. The one who I shared all of my secrets with. The one who carried my books when I broke my arm. Remember her?
I left 7 voicemails rabting about my pain to her, but she never called me back. And without her, without my dreams. Without my normsl routine,_ I am nothing_.
After school, I walked into room A256. A classroom meant for people to go in when they are having a hard day. _Barely anyone comes in here I thought. And I need some peace right now. _But when I walked in I see two kids both of them with knives in their hands. What are you guys doing with those knives? I ask. Intense fear shows on both of their faces when they hear my question. âPlease. You canât tell. Iâve had the worst two years and NO ONE in this universe gets it. One of them said and the other one nods. Empathetic feelings fill my heart. I TOTALLY feel this kid. I too am going through something no one can understand or will even try to understand. â That is the exact reason why I came in here today. â I said. âI wonât tell I promise.â He starts off again âIf I cut this knife through my arm, I will go into complete darkness and peaceâ I will no longer have to face the terrible monsters and obstacles in this world. â _That is exactly what Iâve been wanting and he just helped me figure out how to get it. Now I must help him. _
And I did. With my help, the cut was deeper then he thought it would be. He successfully died _Perfect _I thought. _This should be my career choice when I am older. It helps kids escape from their problems and have peace once again. _Right there and then, I realized that I had a bigger dream in mind: to escape my own problems.
I opened up my Google app on my phone and looked up ways to kill yourself and the most appealing way to me was jumping off a cliff.
FLASHBACK âMommy look at people are jumping off that cliff!â 5-year old Rachel exclaims. âYes! Isnât that amazing honey?!â Past-mom âMommyâ replies. We were at South-point Hawaii getting ready to see âDaddyâ jump off the cliff. We wait for two more minutes and suddenly see daddy at the front of the line. âDaddy!â âDaddy!â Little me exclaim. He goes into a straight position and aims his body right at the landing spot. Then he squats down and summersaults his way down. SPLASH!! Little me gasps in awe and exclaims âI want to do that!ââAbsolutely not now.â Mommy replies âWhen you are olderâ
_If I kill myself by jumping off of a cliff _I thought _Then I would have accomplished two of my dreams. The second one is to be brave like my father and jump off of a cliff. _
Blood red thoughts linger in my mind as the wind blows my hair. I am standing at the very edge of the Skyline Mountain cliff. The very edge. For the first time. I am not afraid. I am eager. I am desperate to put a stop to this rollercoaster. To feel nothing at and to see complete darkness. I repeat complete.
I stare down at the water. It is barely 3 feet deep. There was also a huge bumpy rock straight down from wheereI was standing. Perfect I thought. I look to my left and to my right. No one in sight! Perfect Now Iâmall set to reclaim my happiness.
I point my head down squat doen really low and...
The air pricked at the back of my throat. Sour. My hand didnât want to wave, my head didnât want to look back. But how could I not? She was crying through her smile. Like a snapped guitar string, such a distinguished sound, my best friend. I could not ignore her.
âIâll see you soonâ was the lie I told and her gaze, in that moment, believed me. It was, however, followed by a long and drawn out sting. She choked,
âNo, you wonât.â Penelope always chuckled through her doubt, this time was no different. Her throat stretched the sound past airport security and around my face, yanking me forward. I laughed. I didnât mean to. I meant to scream back âI will miss you every day in Milanâ but what I did was laugh. Before I could correct myself, my body was ushering toward my gate.
Now sat on the plane, my legs bruised from accidentally hitting my suitcase against my thighs, I am holding back regret. I really hope this isnât what being 20 is all about but something tells me Iâm wrong.
I stood in front of the crowd, smiling, waving, but not letting my true emotions show. It was only a matter of time before they find out, and with what I have to do, it could very well be today.
The council had asked me to demonstrate my powers to the public, to let them know that the rumors about my powers being taken had been fiction. I hadnât been incapacitated, the city was still safe, so long as I had my powers. So long as I could keep the citizens safe.
I didnât want to lie to them, but it would cause more panic. Only a handful of people could know, and that handful of people were currently under the stage, prepping the machines that would mimic my powers.
The command had been clear: solidify the peopleâs belief that they were safe, that they could still depend on me, or die.
The room was split into three different halves. Aleaâs was in the far right corner. She dragged me over. Her bed was a circle, with a half-dome over the back of it made from the same material as the dorm, with pink covers and lightly colored pillows to match. Her desk was against the glass wall of the building, covered in messy sketches of all different sorts of animals. The desk itself was medium pink, with a pink lamp, pink pens, and pink folders. She mustâve really liked pink. When I touched the desk it felt like a soft silicone. I loved silicone. Alea pulled a handle at the bottom of her bed, revealing another, pullout, bed. Which was also pink. My eyes hurt. âThanks,â I said, unsure of what else to say. She had two pink beanbags, covered in more sketches. I now noticed they were all over her bed as well. I also noticed she didnât own anything but drawings and drawing supplies. And pink. She mustâve noticed me staring. âSorry about that,â she said, gathering up the papers in bunches and throwing them in a large pink tub. Five of those tubs were stacked on top of each other. Dang. Kaiâs bed was in the middle of the room. It was simple but cute. A wood half-dome like Aleaâs covered the top half of his also-circle bed, and a wooden rolling desk sat near the edge of Aleaâs dome. There were books everywhere. Mostly on his bed, where he was reading, but also scattered over the floor and on his desk. Small bookshelves lined the inside of his bedâs dome, all unique, only a few had I read before. Did these people own nothing but one certain thing? I was too scared to look at Leoâs half of the room, but I did notice a beautiful guitar sitting on a stand. Alea grabbed my arm and pulled me back to her side.
âOnce we read this, we canât ever go back. You understand?â Jeremiah warns in an overly serious tone.
Lou doesnât quite get it. Maybe itâs a movie reference. She doesnât watch things that has no animal main character or at least heavily featured one.
âThis isnât the Matrix, Jeremiah,â Ria points out, putting an end of Louâs confusion. The Matrix doesnât sound like an animal movie.
All eight of them all made it back to Bellâs house after the break in, so here they are. Just staring at their phones which hold the evidence, gathered around the coffee table like a cult. Lou draws the line at any animal sacrifices.
âWhere are your parents?â Roman questions Bell, looking around like they will hop out behind the corner.
She cringes. âMy dad is spending time with my NÇi Nai. My mom is trying to convince her own mother that she isnât holding any more secrets. Good luck with that,â she mutters.
âSo neither of them will come in when we are discussing the obtained evidence?â Jones asks. She confirms with a nod of her head.
âSoâŠ.how should we do this?â Amelie trails off, unsure. Clearly none of them have had to deal with a break in situation.
They would have never survived her first criminal activity. Breaking into a pet store.
Her parents nearly killed her when they found out. And of course, her felony was on clear display because she stole like five different species of cats.
She was banned for years from that place.
âHow about we group up and go through certain pages? That way we arenât reading alone,â Liam suggests, his phone voice somehow sounding excited.
Like swans they naturally paired off. Bell and Cross. Roman and Jeremiah. Amelie and Ria. Liam and Zac. Lou and Jones.
Lou and Jones huddle over her phone that has about 10 pages.
This is it.
Soulmate Power Dampening Cuffs
_These cuffs with their power dampening function (see section 3 for explanation of workings) are implemented for safety above all else. 87% of crimes are done by individuals abusing their soulmate capabilities. 56% of the population either have non-threatening abilities or no powers at all (soulmateless). Individuals with forceful powers cause a threat to that 56%. _
_This initiative will ensure the populationâs safety. The secondary function of the cuffs (see section 8) causes a small side effect, but it has been tested to only last for an average of seven days. It will be staggered to minimize the awareness. The mission outweighs the risk. _
What in the world does this mean? Lou canât make sense to any of it.
âWho has section 3 and 8?â Jones questions, having finished the first page just as she had.
âWe have section 3,â Amelie says, her face reminding her of a nervous pet before getting a bath. Or going to the vet.
That unsettles Lou.
âWe have 8,â Zac answers, his scowl worrying her even more.
While sheâs fixed on them, Jones mustâve read ahead, because he leans back and curses loudly. All their gazes turn away from their phones with worry lines adorning their faces. âWhat the hell are they doing to us,â Roman sputters.
âHow do they work?â someone asks. It takes Lou a moment to realize it is her voice. The voice sounded way more confident than she felt right now. All her insides are trembling like a scared little mouse.
More than anything, she wishes she had any of her animal friends with her. They always comfort her in ways that only non-humans know how.
Amelie and Ria share a look as if they are telepathically deciding on how to say it. In the end, Ria is the one who speaks. âThe cuffs are similar to the ones used in prisons. But those suppress their abilities.â
âOurs donât?â Jeremiah says, speaking for everyone.
Thatâs not what Lou expected her to say. She always knew the muzzles were no good, but now they arenât even doing what they told them they do?
âNo. They are modified toâŠâ Amelieâs eyes drag upwards, as if searching for the words on the ceiling, âsample our powers.â
âWhat does that mean?â Cross huffs, frustrated like the rest of them.
It doesnât make sense. Lou feels like sheâs been thinking that a lot lately. Nothing makes sense.
Humans lie. She understands that. But this feels different. Worse.
She feels sick again.
âWe arenât a buffet,â Roman physically reels from the information.
Lou never imagined when she first made this her mission that it would lead to all this. Even though she pushed to find answers, she never once stopped to think about what the answers could be.
âOur section doesnât talk more about that. Just mostly is about into the mechanics of it,â Ria finishes.
Liam raises his hand for a moment to get their attention. âWe have section 8 which talks loads about their awful purpose,â Zac explains.
âThe public reason for the cuffs is to decrease violence in schools, but thereâs a secret one that they donât put out there. Like Ria read, the cuffs take a sliver of our abilities that the government can study and not just suppress our powers but lessen them.â
Lessen them.
Lessen their powers?
The whale weight of those words hangs in the air.
âThat makes sense with what we read. They said how a lot of peopleâs soulmate powers are dangerous and those people commit crimes. The cuffs are suppose to protect us,â Jones adds, distain clear in his tone by the end. His eyes narrow at her phone where he continues to read. They look suspiciously like snake eyes.
A chilly draft blows through the room. Lou wonders if a door was left open. She could a animal friend to warm her right now. And for some emotional support. Bell speaks up, most likely being the source of cold, âSo they are taking away our powers.â
Itâs not a question.
âThey are taking a part of us away, little by little, and we didnât even know,â Ria sounds like a bear. Growling lowly, dangerous.
Lou would not want to get in her way. Thatâs one thing people should know. You donât get between a bear and her loved ones.
âHow come I donât feel a difference? I got sick first and I can still communicate with animals when I take off the muzzle,â Lou inquires, reflecting on the beginning of the muzzle.
Her power isnât different. While they both felt sick and hurt, Lou and Jones were affected differently after they began recovering.
Hers remains unchanged.
Jones described still feeling the effects even after taking off the muzzle.
âOur section said that 56% of people have non-threatening or no powers. Maybe itâs a case by case basis? Like they sample our powers to see if we are a true threat,â Jones tries to piece it together.
They just arenât falling into place for Lou. Thankfully, she has her human friends to help it all come together.
âThen if they are threatening, they take them away,â Amelie concludes, resting a hand on Riaâs arm. Without powers, Amelie is the most normal out of them. This doesnât change anything for her other than how it affects all of them.
Louâs ears perk up when she hears a familiar typing from Liam. âMaybe the color of the light is threat level, and they are working their way up. Going through who they know or think arenât threats. To see if it works,â he expresses through his phone voice.
âWe donât know a lot of stuff still. We donât know if it is permanent. Or why the government is choosing schools to do this,â Roman says.
What does this all mean? The school/entire government is trying to take away the soulmate powers? To what? Make the world abnormal?
Humans are nuts but this? This is a whole new level.
Jeremiah thankfully interrupts her thoughts and her downward spiral, âThey are afraid of soulmated pairs. According to this,â he shakes his phone that has the section he and Roman read, âpersonas who meet their soulmates, their powers come back even stronger.â
Bell and Cross notable look at one another. That isnât new. But their gaze holds more than just a simple meaning. It has understanding.
âWhen we kissed for the first time, we hadnât had our powers for most of our lives. Our abilities came back strongly. I thought it was because we hadnât used them in so long, but maybe itâs because thatâs what happens. They come back stronger,â Cross describes.
So in addition to her power not being labeled as âdangerous,â it also helps that she hasnât met her soulmate.
If how she felt was supposed to be mild, she canât imagine how it will be for her friends that have stronger abilities and having met their fated mate.
âOurs talked about people with heartache and that they are dangerous. More likely to be erratic,â Bell reads, wincing at the last part. âSorry,â she apologizes to Ria.
Lou always forgets that Amelie isnât Riaâs formal soulmate.
Ria has told them about her deceased mate and that she doesnât really experience heartache.
Heartache has never really been a worry for Lou. She has never cared about soulmates. The closest thing she has felt to that is being apart from her animal friends.
They are worth being sad over much more than someone sheâs never met.
But all of this combined has to mean something.
The school or government or both want to lessen their powers. Study them. Exterminate the dangerous capabilities. Especially the ones that have met their soulmates. They are skiddish towards people that have lost their soulmate as well.
It leads Lou to only one conclusion.
âAre they trying to get rid of soulmates?â
"What?" Agent Kennedy exclaimed as he looked down at the floor. His boss, Mr. Noir picked up the old boot and set it on the desk. "I said, you will be riding in this boot for your mission." "But sir-" "No but's, Taylor. You begged me for a mission. You have to comply." He handed him a vile with fuschia colored liquid. Agent Kennedy raised a brow. "What is that?" "It'll make you small enough to enter your ride." Mr. Noir explained. Agent Kennedy uncapped the vile and guzzled it down in a matter of seconds. "I hate this job.."
I was never an early riser, But they said that The early bird gets the worm, But they also said that I would never learn.
I would never learn, They said, I would forever be Empty in the head.
They said that Iâm dumb, Completely numb In the brain, But thatâs simply Untrue.
I was never an early riser, But they were never Right about me, For even though I rose late, I could be A hard worker.
So no, Iâm not dumb, Iâm not slow, And Iâm surely not below Everyone else. I may rise late, But I work Twice as hard.
You fix your hair with a nonchalant aura, sit with your friends and laugh freely. I stare and a feeling grows in my gut. My life could be so much like yours if things could change all over the place i exist, but that is no more than just a mere dream. Alone i sit while thinking of that alternate world, i keep staring, wondering if there is a world i can be like you. That is funny, because being like you is not enough, i fear there is something even bigger that i seek, is that chance where not only could i get what you have, but be you. Yes, that is it, there is nothing better than the idea of being you, but soon a tiredness feeling arrives. Even if there is no more for me i know that is not possible. Because you are so not alike me, and you are everything i aspire to be. As far as time goes i will continue to stare and, maybe, one day i can be half of what you are.
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