Soulmates

Ch.1 Different

It all started when I was born different. My mark was different than everyone else. Most people are born with marks that are just names. Me on the other hand, I was born with a drawing. A shooting star.

There are old urban legends that were told by my tribe many years ago that he who is born with a picture will withhold the truest love of all.

Eh. Apparently, the legend doesn't apply to me. I'm turning seventeen in a month. Most people find their soulmates by sixteen.

Surely, you see my dilemma.

Plus, if I did actually have a soulmate, they too would have a picture mark. But, we still haven't found anyone else with my mark. Zip, zilch, nada.

I get the same lonely feeling every day, knowing I will never find a soulmate. My younger sister, Noella, has even found her soulmate, and she's thirteen!

 I was so depressed when I found out she found her soulmate. I mean, I love her, and I'm happy for her, but...

I can't help but wish it was me. Wish I had found my soulmate. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for the independent women thing, but i still can't help but wish I knew what true love feels like.

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I sit up groggily. I glance at the clock to see that it's five o'clock. Almost dinner time! One of the few times I'm actually happy to sit with my family. I shake my head to get off the sleep, and I make myself kind of dizzy.

I laugh as my brain says stop, but my dizzy head keeps spinning. I stand up, and walk over to my door. I open the door, and walk through the hallway to get to the stairs. I walk down the stairs, following the smell of my dad's famous bacon wrapped chicken. My favorite!

 Let me say this now! I am, and forever will be a daddy's girl! I sit down at the already set table, and wait for someone to fill my plate. My dad turns, and lowly chuckles when he sees me just sitting there quietly.

 I can't even imagine my nap time bed head right now. I look down at my barren shoulder to my mark. I've always loved the beauty of my shooting star mark. Although, I never understood why I was looked down upon because of it.

'They're only jealous.' my mom used to say. She is always good at making me feel better about my 'Uniqueness'.

I notice that I have drifted off into space when my father waves his hand in front of my face, trying to get my attention. He breaks out into laughter when I jump in shock. I look down to see my prayers have been answered.

There on my plate, lays the most beautiful food I have ever seen! My favorite dish!

I munch down, and I hear my sister laugh. I hadn't noticed that her or my mother had sat down. I stopped with a bite halfway to my mouth, and looked around. They were all staring at me. The all of a sudden, we all broke out in a fit of laughter.

It was times like this where I felt almost normal. As if I were any other regular person.

But that was one of the only things that kept me going sometimes.

The hope that I could someday be just like everyone else.

 A lie.

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When dinner ended, I went back up to my 'penthouse' room. When my parents bought this house, I had gotten first choice of rooms. Of course, I chose the stargazing room, with the domed clear glass ceiling. I cold fall asleep every night, watching the stars.