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A soft sigh left Michaels lips as he trailed his eyes over the reflection of himself in the body length mirror hoping he would make a good first impression at his new school. A pair of black jeans hugged his legs and an oversized baby blue jumper hung off of his shoulder, making his vibrant red hair stand out even more. His fingers subconsciously traced the small black mark which stained his skin since the day he was born.
Michael honestly didn’t know how to feel about the whole concept of soulmates. Sometimes he would find himself lost in the fantasies that filled his mind of the day he would meet his soulmate, yet other times he would find himself covering up the mark with wristbands and trying to forget the whole idea of it.
Throughout his life, Michael watched people find their soulmates, telling him that it was the most unreal and amazing feeling that one could ever experience. He never really understood how a personality of a person could change so quickly, how the bullies at his old school suddenly were the sweetest and most protective people over that one person that their tattoos matched up with. He decided he didn’t care enough to worry about it too much, he’d find out what the hype was about when he met his other half. And so Michael reached over and grabbed the wristbands that sat on the dresser and slipped his hand through them until the black object rested over the black soulmate tattoo on his wrist.
The beeping sound from his phone caused the boy to glance over to the rectangle device that rested on his bed, which was informing him that if he didn’t leave right now he would most likely be late for his first day of school, which was technically the middle of the semester for all the other students. Thus, with one last glance at his reflection, Michael grabbed his backpack, phone, and keys before heading out and making his way toward school.
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"Mr. Clifford I presume?” The women at the secretary desk asked with a kind smile.
Michael nodded, returning the smile, “Yes Ma’am,” he replied, gripping at the straps of the backpack that rested over his shoulder.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you,” she spoke as she shuffled through a stack of papers before pulling out a pink sheet with a schedule on it, “here is your schedule, your first class is in the W hall, which it around that corner right over there,” she spoke as she pointed towards the direction then handed him the page, “if you need anything, please feel free to come ask. I’ll send all your teachers an e-mail letting them know you will be joining them starting today and that since it’s your fist day, you might be late to class,” she explained,”
Michael nodded giving the women a thankful smile and took the pink sheet, “Thank you Ma’am,” he spoke before making his way out of the room and towards his first class, which happened to be Literature.