I slouch over the table and rest my head in my heads while my eyes scan the computer screen.

Is the title. Im supposed to write an argumentative text about an optional topic and for some reason I choose the most difficult one, the only topic we know so much yet so little about.

Some people spend their entire life's searching for their soulmate and some find each other, some fail and die miserable alone... Others reject the whole idea and live their life's ignoring the possibility of a one true love and instead aim for what we call "Free love" which simply means that they choose their own partner without taking into consideration that they have a soulmate somewhere out there.

It is possible to love who you want but nothing can compare to what a true soulbond feels like. At least that's what I've been told. I have yet to find my mate.

I glance over to the group of classmates hanging out by the entrance of the library. Most of the partying teens, aka "popular people" in my class do this free love thing. Drinking alcohol and sleeping with whoever they want whener they want. They say it makes life easier to live. I want to believe them, I want to believe we have a choice and in a way we do. You can do both because if you never meet your soulmate you will never suffer from the bond, however if you DO happen meet its a different story.

Its divided in three stages.

Meeting.

Kissing.

Intercourse.

After meeting both will be miserable without the other, one can ignore it for weeks or in rare cases even YEARS but nothing will compare to the feeling of being together. Its said to be a bliss but I dont know, to be honest Im not sure what to think or how to live? Do I travel and search for "the one" after graduating? Or do I live my life not caring like the others? 

Speaking of the devil...

One of the "popular" kids walks over to me. Its Summer Smith, I know her name since we have been in the same class since we were young, we even used to play as kids. Her red ponytail sway from side to side as she moves. Its obvious that she know that the boys are watching because she's walking in a certain way that accentuates her hips. I've noticed how important it is for her to be popular. Its a shame, I feel like she'd be a fun person to be around if she just relaxed a little.

"Hi Y/N, so eum, we're like throwing a party at my place tomorrow and im inviting a bunch of people and you're pretty cool so like.. If you want to come you're welcome" I know where she lives, I live on the same block, just a couple of houses down the road.

"Come whenever you want, my parents are out of town so we'll have the house all to ourself's" She continues and I bite the inside of my cheek, isnt that just laying it out to be a catastrophe? Im afraid they'll wreck the house after a couple of drinks..

"I'll consider it, thank you" I give her a genuine smile. She honestly doesnt seem to be a bad person deep down like many others in this school. So many are just straight out false but I guess that is expected, we're young, growing people who tries to find their place in life, a purpose, a road to follow.

Its a complicated time.

When school has ended I make my way home. If I dont take the bus its a twenty minute walk but in this weather I dont mind. Its in the middle of summer and she sun is high in the sky. A light breeze makes the heat bearable. When I arrive I mix together some food before I'll have to go to work. I live alone in a one-story house. I lost both of my parents in an accident a few years ago and after living with my grandma for a while I decided to move out at the age of sixteen. I moved here, closer to school. I wanted to be independent. I work evenings or in some occasions nights at an bar just so I can afford my living expenses. Its not a great job since I often have to deal with rude bibbers but its all I have. If its something im proud over it must be my patience, I have ALOT of it.

I pull my H/C hair up in a pony tail, put on my black shirt, jeans and tie a black apron around my waist before heading towards the bus.

One should think I feel alone; being an orphan and all and I have to admit that some days are harder than others, I get jealous of my classmates that have families but I find comfort in knowing that my parents were happy. They were soulmates and found eachother when my mom started working at the same place as my dad, it was luck since many dont even live in the same country.

Its an soothing though to know that they at least spent their last moment together.

A couple of hours later I roll my shoulders in an attempt to get rid of the tension building up in them. Standing still while doing repetitive movements is a hassle.

I glance around. The bar is small but popular but today its calm and quiet. The tables are all in dark wood, a deep red sofa is running alongside the left wall, its color matching the red brick walls. On the right side there's a couple of taller tables with simple, dark red stools. The floors are red oak. From the ceiling there are simple, yellow glowing ligh bulbs hanging. The bar itself is the centerpiece in all its glory, the bar top is shining and even after so many glasses have been slid over its surface its still impeccable. On the sides and front there's beautiful shapes etched into the dark wood which I cant see it from where I stand, its a shame really.

Its an overall cozy and homey place and I know it contributes to the amount of regulars we're having.

"You're working hard" A voice snaps me from my sleepy state and I look to the side at my colleague Marcus. His short hair is black, thick brows under a wrinkly forhead which is the only thing that reveals his age. On his sharp jaw is a thick beard and in his ear is a black plug expander. His look can only be explained with one word; heavy, but he looks more casual now wearing the same outfit as myself, in his spare time he wear leather jackets and torn jeans with chains on his hip.

"I gotta do what I gotta do" I sigh and shrugs. He scoffs.

"You need to learn how to take compliments" He smiles.

"Have you found her.. or him yet?" I ask, escaping from the conversation. Getting compliments make me feel uncomfortable, I take most of them to heart but I try to not let it go to my head, I hate when people act haughty.

"No.." His face turn into an sad expression "Im still searching.." Marcus have been looking for his mate for a while now without any success and that sorrow is exactly what I fear. What if I also search and fail? Will I then live my life miserable? 

Will I waste away my life?

What if I'll never find my mate? Im not sure if its possible to loose your soulmate without knowing? What if he/she/them is dead? That is just one of the things that we have yet to figure out..

As my shifts ends I close the bar alone. As everything is turned off and locked I lean against the door for a moment to breathe in the fresh night air outside. The sky is already filled with constellations and I search the dark vault for familiar ones when a sudden, strange sound reaches me. I take a step out on the street and tense my ears. It sounds like an engine? But more.. electric? I dont recognize the sound and feel very confused over the fact that it seems to be coming from above?

I almost frenetically search the skies when my eyes land on something, but I cant understand what im looking at? It quickly passes with a "swooshing" sound, and then its gone.

What was that? It was round, and it flew?

A spaceship?

Well...We live in a strange world after all.. I've seen things that's impossible to explain, like huge talking heads in the sky, a giant microchip, just to mention a few, so a spaceship isnt so strange after all.

I shrug, thinking that it might also be an hallucination due to overworking. I should reconsider if these long shifts are actually worth it or not for my mental health.