One week.
That was how long since I last heard from J. I hid the bruises and washed the temporary ink off. I didn't know if it washed off for them, but with whatever this was, I didn't need to get them beat more for a reappearing doodle. I kept the one on my butt reluctantly. Permanent marker.
The reply I found on my palm as I handed in my work during 2nd period.
"Hello?" Small. It was so small I wouldn't mistaken it for a piece of fuzz or eraser bits. I rushed into the hall grabbing a pen.
"Are you ok?" I wrote underneath the tiny plea.
The next reply appeared on my wrist as I walked through the halls to 3rd.
"I'm fine. Are you hurt?" The handwriting was bigger and the strokes were relaxed and strong masculine.
"I didn't feel anything. I'm glad I checked before bed. What happened?" I wrote in my slanted fancy cursive.
"My uncle saw the drawing on my neck and tried to rub it off. He thought it was a new tattoo so he wasn't happy."
"I'm so sorry." I drew a little heart beside it and waited. I sat in my next class and kept glancing at my wrist waiting for a reply.
None came till lunch.
"Are you a student?" It appeared near the crook of my elbow.
"Yea. Are you?"
"Yes. Which school?"
I tried to write out my reply but the name of the school disappeared leaving only the word "High."
"Cute. I guess I need to figure it out on my own. I go to High." I assumed the space left between the two words was not intentional.
"We can't write where we are."
"Great." My thoughts exactly.
"How does this work?"
"Hold on. Let me try something." The reply was scribbled and I waited munching on some very poorly made pizza and a reply showed sometime before lunch ended.
"Did you get any new writing?"
"Nothing new."
"So only we can write to each other."
What?
I hurried to the restroom, food forgotten. I washed away all the writing on my arm and walked to one of my classmates.
"Hey Brittany, are you busy?" The girl in question was Brittany Blemming. A class A cheerleader and a sweetheart. Bullying her would be the equivalent of kicking a puppy. Brown hair and green eyes, her body was picture perfect. Petite figure, slim curves, and she had been gifted to be perfectly proportioned.
"Hey Raven, how can I help?" She was almost too bubbly.
"Could you write down the address for the house party this weekend?"
Brittany didn't believe in wasting paper but she also did let exactly have enough forethought to think ahead and text it to me.
She grabbed my arm pulling her barf worthy glitter pink pen and wrote her address on my forearm and grinned capping it, sticking it back into her bun. She was so nice.
"Thanks. You're a doll." I said and walked away clicking a ballpoint and scribbling a question.
"Is there pink ink on your arm?"
"No? Should there be?"
Ok, that's strange.
"So anything anyone other than me or you writes doesn't appear on the other. That's strange but cool."
"Between classes, wash off old ink so we don't get caught."
"And for space." I chuckled as I clicked my pen, stuffing it away before the bell rang.
School continued normal. Classes were spent hiding giggles from the silly jokes or doodles that appeared on my hands and arms. I'll give him this much we got along.
He made conversation easy and simple rather than act of torture. Most other students made me want to gouge my ears off my head.
It was easy and simple.
"Have you thought about how this works?" It was random but it tickled the back of my mind.
"Not really. I'm still trying not to have a mental breakdown." I held back the sigh and watched the back of my arm.
"Yea, I haven't given it much thought to it either."
"Any ideas?"
"I did some research on my phone and there's ideas we are soulmates or something?" The question mark didn't install much confidence.
"Or something?"
"I don't know. It's what came up!"
"Well, lets find each other first and then we'll talk."
"I could put a star on my forehead and see if anyone I know has it."
"I could be on the other side of the world." there was a long pause after my reply.
"...Fair." I giggled at the dots.
"Raven. Phone!" the teacher demanded and held out the Bucket of Shame.
"I'm not on my phone."
"Phone!" He called.
I groaned and walked up to the front of class to deposit my phone in the bucket.
"You can pick up your phone after class." He replied.
"Thanks." I replied with all the sarcasm I could muster.
"Return to your seat." He called as I stormed to my seat
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Soulmarked
عاطفيةJax and Raven were strangers to each other in person but not to their skin.
