Normal.

One word I would never use to describe love. You see, love is very powerful and mysterious, yet also confusing and difficult to handle. Especially when you have a soul mate. Not only that, but you don't even know who your soul mate is until you meet them. Although even then it isn't easy to realize they are your true loves until you get evidence.

What evidence, you ask?

They write on themselves, or vice versa. When you are sixteen years old you can contact your soul mate by writing on your arm. (Its the best when you use a pen.) This is a great way to find out who you love! The only problem?

                          Your not allowed to tell them your name.

Yeah, I know, it stinks! But it's all I got for myself and my mystery girl. Or, I think it will be a girl. I have never imagined myself to be destined with a guy. Not that being gay is bad! I just never really seen myself as a, well....... Gay person, I guess.

That put aside, Today is my sweet sixteen and I am SUPER pumped to find out who I will be head over heels for! Although now that I think of it, I HAVE to be older than my S.M. (soul mate) if they haven't contacted me yet.

You see, the first person that turns sixteen makes it audible for the other to contact them, because not everybody has a soul mate with the same birthday as the other. Even though that would be really cool, it would also be a super big coincidence.

I push my newly dyed pink hair out from in front of my eyes, just for it to fall back to the same spot. I sigh. Hey, at least it looks better than yellow. That was a bad idea. Most people say black and yellow are a good mix. I don't think they meant for hair.

I sit in bed, watching my ceiling consistently and push the floof away from my eyes again. My eyes glance around my room, it being very well organized, like always. I finally decide to talk to my soul mate, but my heart is pounding. I get up and pick out a black pen from my binder set on top of my dresser.

Me being a total shortie, I had to climb my bed to get it. Sometimes being short is useful. Other times it's just a big pain in the a**. I smile and flip back into my comfy bed, cuddling with my little box plushie that I decided to call Tim.

Tiny box Tim, is his full name, if you were wondering. He is just a brown box crate thingy with bright blue eyes. I don't know why, but I have always loved people and characters of all sorts with blue eyes. I wonder if my soul mate will have blue eyes. That would be nice.

Speaking of soul mate, maybe I should talk to them now. But what if they are asleep? Should I even bother talking to them? It's like, 3:00 in the morning. I wonder if they live far away. Uh! I have to stop thinking about what they are like and just WRITE ALREADY!

I shake my head and state at my left arm, contemplating on what to draw. Should I draw a heart, or is it too soon? I swear my eyes shut to stop my curious mind from exploding with questions and write a simple 'Hi there!'

I stare at my arm before feeling a tingle. I watch it, amazed, as words appear. I blush in embarrassment.

'Um....Hi.'

I just noticed how sloppy my handwriting is compared to theirs. I can't believe how I have such a clean room but such bad handwriting. People would think I was a ten year old!

'Sorry! For the sloppy handwriting. I promise I'm not that much of a slob that I look like!'

'Hehe. I can already tell you are cute.'

I smile and day dream about what she would look like. She must be so hot. I hope she is.

'Thank you, M-lady.'

'XD you're funny.'

'Really? I didn't think It was that funny. Oh well.'

'Maybe we should introduce ourselves.'

'Can't. We aren't able to tell each other our names, remember.'

'Well we could at least describe ourselves!{oh and happy birthday}'

'Ah,well in that case what should I call you?'

'Just call me S.M.'

'Smart! It means soul mate, right?'

'Haha! It does! But it also stands for my first and last name.'

'Cool! Then you shall call me the KING OF THE SQUIRRRRRRRELS!'

' The king of the squirrels?'

' YEPPERS!'

' that's adorable. I wish I could know what you look like. I bet you are beautiful. '

' I am the most beautiful person of ALL TIME! Well, second place to you, of course.'

' you don't even know what I look like, silly!'

' maybe, but I bet you are!'

' XD! Your too sweet. Well I'm sorry I couldn't talk longer. My teacher said I have to wash my arm off and continue to pay attention in class. I hate her, sometimes.'

' Alright then! ttyl, beautiful.'

' you still don't know what I look like!'

' it's great what the imagination can do. '

'Haha! Anyways ttyl, bye!'

'Bye, beautiful.'

I smile at our conversation that is held in my arms and frown slightly when it appears to smudge then disappear. Sighing, I snuggle back in bed, suddenly tired again, and my eyes start to drift.

I shouldn't have gotten up so early. At least I know one thing. They live far away, since they said they were in school. I hope it's not too far. I want to see, S.M. some day.

I'm proud of myself sometimes! So far this book is good. I hope you peoplez like diz, so far! Byeeeeeee!