The Definition Of Our Future

Prologue

New book! And this book is dedicated to my best friend Holly, who helped me pick the character names! (On wattpad as Michaelssweaterpaw)

Carters mark to the side. (A waxing crescent)

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I couldn't tell you when it started, or why it even occurred. But everyone has it. The mark. When we were first born we had a mark, just a small black dot, on the back of our hands near our thumbs. Everyone had them.

But as you grew up the dot, it changed. The dot morphed into a representation of who you were. And by the age of 10 it was fully developed. And the person who you are destined to be with will have the same symbol on their wrist.

I really never cared for who had the same symbol as me. I think that my emotions judge who I should be with not the little black moon on the back of my thumb.

But apparently I was the only one who saw no romance in it. Everyone scoured for their match, wanting to be with that person. But some people never found their match, and had to live alone.

But there were rare instances where two people of different symbols fell in love and stayed together. And of course they were shunned for their choices, I believed that was romance.

I always wondered if two people from the same gender could have the same symbol. Like if a person grows up to not be straight, would they have to be in a straight partnership anyways?

But mixed symbol relationships? Giving up you're entire life to be with someone that you knew no one else would approve, for love. Not because a black symbol told you to, because you truly felt that way for someone. But that was very rare, and it never really happens.

I tugged on the sleeve of my black long sleeve to cover up my mark. I liked to keep it to myself. I didn't think everyone needed to know my match before me, and quite possibly put us together. Yeah of course people would see it but that doesn't mean it's their business. If I wanted to know my match I would look for him.

That's what everybody did,  I mean just cause they don't have the same mark as me doesn't mean they can't like me. I've never even had my first kiss yet let alone a boyfriend. Sometimes I felt..

Lonely.

The bell rang and English class was over thank god. I quickly got up and made my way out of the room without a word to anyone. I kept my gaze on the ground as I quietly walked to my locker to get my art things.

I open my locker grabbed my pencils and sketch book then headed to art class.

On my way there I bump into another body and look up to see Joel Mason. Yeah I may keep to myself in this school but that doesn't mean I don't know anyone. For a glimpse my auburn eyes are locked onto his deep brown ones.

I feel the hair on the back of my neck stick up but I ignore it. I take my eyes of him and look at the girl he's talking to. Her short red hair is soft curls. Her big brown innocent looking eyes glaring at me.

Yeah she looks like a little girl that could do no wrong, but she is the total opposite. She's a bitch. Who likes to be annoying and rude to everyone. I honestly wonder why people like her.

And Joel's only fucking Olivia until he finds his match anyways. At least that's the gossip that I've heard from my friend Ava anyways.

I just walked to my art class leaving them be. Joel's in my art class anyways so he's going to be here soon. When he did arrive I ignored it focusing on my drawing. And he pretended I was invisible like usual. And that's how things are supposed to be.

I have my few friends and I don't talk to anyone else. And no one else talked to me because, no one really cared or even saw me. Which is the way I liked it.

"What's that?" A male voice from beside me asked. I turned to see my best friend Felix. He smiled at me and kissed my cheek. I blushed and smiled.

I've know Felix since we were toddlers and while growing up I always wished that our symbols would be the same, but unlucky for me, when I turned ten I got the moon.

He already had a beautiful small black black bird that seemed to be in flight. And since he had that symbol he's been looking for his match but he's never found her.

"It's the phases of the moon." I said referring back to my drawing. His chocolate eyes scanned my messy drawing and his dimples shown through with a smile.

"Beautiful." He said. I blushed even more. He was so gorgeous. He's dark messy hair swept up perfectly. His face flawless and soft. His plump pink lips.

"Thanks." I said an we listed to the lesson. Him occasionally whispering jokes into my ear causing me to laugh.

"You know what I think?" Felix asked. I shook my head taking my attention away from my painting.

"I think that, you're face has orange paint on it." He said and I raised my brow.

"How, I didn't even use orange-" I was cut off by Felix's brush wet with cold paint slide across my cheek. I gasped and wiped my hand full of black paint across his face.

"Oh now you're asking for it." He wiped purple paint all over my mouth and I let out a squeal gaining the teachers attention. I quickly flicked the blue paint off my bush onto Felix.

"Guys stop!" The teacher yelled. He laughed while I immediately froze and sat back down. My shyness taking over. Felix always seemed to be able to make me more confident and outspoken. But that was who I am.

I'm just the shy quiet girl who's no one pays attention to, which I actually use to my benefit, see if I do have a match out there, and he was looking, he'd skip right over me.

"Ms Bennet, we were just testing out the medium on the skin to see if we wanted to use it." Felix thought of a terrible excuse kissing up to her. I shook my her, suck up.

"Oh, well okay, just do it on the back of your own hand not on each other." She said and walked away. "Oh, and clean yourselves up." She said. I walked to the sink at the back of the room and my eyes got caught up on a painting. It was an oil painting, it were these two people sitting on a dock. I walked closer two it. The two people were were looking up at the moon, which was also reflected in the water. It was a waxing crescent. I walked a bit closer until I almost touched it with my noes. The two people had marks on their hands. I couldn't make out the symbol though.

I back away a bit to admire it, then Joel came into view, wearing a smirk as usual. "Like my painting?" He asked looking me up and down.

I quickly shrugged and walked away. That was odd.

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That was just introducing you guys to the characters. I am currently writing chapter 1!

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