Stringed

Chapter 1: Stringed?!

"And they both lived happily and ever after," I chuckled triumphantly. I breathe in, inhaling the wind of the first day of spring.

I have succeeded again in this little play. People are just so easy to control. They're just like my little puppets, doing anything I want them to do.

Using as many people as I want so that I could just get the desired ending I want. Not minding how I do it, that's my hobby.

I've broken several hearts. But it was worth it. Because of that I can create a masterpiece.

And if I find you useless in my little play I would never think twice about disposing you, because in the end you are just a piece of trash.

"Kate Sherlin!" a stranger's voice called out my name from behind.

Hm? Who is this person boldly calling out my name?

I closed my black notebook, "Who are you?" I asked but I didn't turn to see.

"I'm your string!" I identified the cheerful but annoying voice to owned by a male.

What?

"Excuse me, you're my what?" I finally turned to see who this peculiar person is.

I might be able to use him to.

A gentle gush of wind passed by, blowing my long hair and letting it dance in all places.

Annoying.

I immediately clasped my hair to the side, restraining it from being swoon by the persistent wind.

I turned to see the man who just appeared out of no where, when I saw him I grinned to myself.

Well this is interesting.

He had a fair complexion and good features. Chic magnet material.

He's doesn't look like one of the jock types, neither one of those smart-ass boys who are very much avoided due to lacking the physical appearance that could please the eyes.

He blinked twice, wearing a sweet little smile, "I'm your string!"

Ugh. Great, a dumb one. Does he think I'm deaf?

I gaped for a second and raised an eyebrow at him. What on earth is he babbling about?

"String? Are you high? And how do you know me? Who exactly are you?" I asked, and how come this is the first time I've seen him here?

I should know every single soul here, and yet...

He giggled like a child, "Oh, so many questions! But that's why I like you!" He stepped forward, he was about to hug me but I glared at him.

A sudden questioned occured to me, how old is he? I find it amusing and at the same time annoying on how he can act like a child despite looking like a teenager in senior high.

I raised a skeptical brow, "Answer me, who are you?" I demanded.

His eyes shined as of a fan girl's, "So bossy!" he chuckled, "I'm Eric Sanders, at your service!" and he bowed.

Hmp, you should be careful on what you say little psycho.

I grinned. Oh, you will definitely be offering your services to me.

Eric Sanders? Is he a transferee here? If he is, I should have been informed.

And what on earth is he bowing for anyways?

I looked at him sharply, "How do you know me?"

"I'm your stalker!" he giggled, "and because I'm your string!" he boldy added.

That gives me the creeps.

"What the heck is a string?" his answer doesn't make any sense. Does he lack proper education of communication skills?

Do I even look like a piece of yarn or sonething to him?

'Eric' came closer, as if what he was about to say is classified. Like a total secret which only he knew and would be telling a person he really trusts.

Which is ironice since how could someone trust someone they just met.

And much more ironic because he kind of trusts me.

I was expecting something interesting, but he ended up telling me a legend about people being connected with strings that can't be seen.

And at the end of the string is my soul mate, which appears to be him.

Does he expect me to believe this?

This guys over here who looks like a wild animal from the forest is my soul mate?

Impossible.

More importantly, in this generation you really don't expect anyone to believe in stories like if I purposely forget my shoe in a party a foolish man would try to search the whole city--- country just to find me.

Besides love isn't DESTINED it's planned thoroughly. And I don't have plans in involving myself in such matters.

"You know you talk nonsense right? If you're just here to find someone to talk to, you're just wasting your time." I told him sternly.

He frowned and pouted, he started to get all teary eyed like a child, "Why won't you believe me?"

"Why would I?" I sounded so cold.

Why on earth would I believe someone whom I just met and who talks all about miracles and stuff.

It's just too much to handle for a sane person like me.

He pouted at me like a disappointed puppy but I just rolled my eyes at him.

I stood up and without saying farewell or looking back, I took off. Like I'd waste my time talking to him.

I opened my notebook and took my pen, I better start my research about this guy. He, at least, might be put up into a good use in the near future.