September 1st, Nevermore

Your footsteps echo on the stone entrance of the esteemed boarding school for outcasts. You transfered here after an unfortunate incident at your past school. As you waited outside in the courtyard (your dad was hoisting all your luggage from the car) you played with a strand of your hair...

That strand. The one who didn't get affected by hair growth, by dying the rest of your hair, by cutting it off- it regrows. It doesn't absorb hair dye. It's a permanent reminder of your soulmate.

You see, unlike most worlds, yours relied on a hair color soulmate system, HCS for short. If you dyed your hair, the strand on your soulmate would change too. That's what ensured that each strand was uniquely your soulmates. Otherwise you'd have half the population sharing one color. That'd get tricky.

Your's was a fiery auburn, unchanging. As you scanned the few students out in the courtyard, all had such vastly different colors. Hell, there was one girl with pin straight hair and one coiled strand. It's odd, but yet for your world it's normal.

What wasn't normal though, is finding your soulmate. Rarely people actually accomplish it and settle for others. Even rarer is finding yours at a young age.

But the rarest has to be seeing her, the girl with that exact fiery auburn hair cut to micro-bangs and tied in two pigtails, saunder past you as she walked towards a blonde and a dark brunette. She didn't even notice you, but you immediately noticed that strand in her hair. It's your hair. Clear as day.

Without thinking it over, you darted forward and grabbed her arm. "What the f-" She whirled around, almost decking you- but her hand stopping just short of your face as her (already bigger eyes than the average persons) widened. She definitely noticed your hair.

"No way." She whispered, grinning softly. Her eyes sparkled in a way you'd expect a serial killers- seriously. She was creepy- as she took you in. Up, down.