Tattoos and Lies

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Rebecca

After months upon months of trying I've officially talked my friend Mary into coming to a night club with me. I know if my mom were still watching over me she would be saying 'oh Becky you know bad things always happen at those clubs' but do I really seem to care?

My entire life is set out for me. I rarely get a choice. When you turn seventeen you're assigned a house, job, and a number which is the amount of kids you are to have. And you're born with a stupid tattoo on your forearm. It's supposed to match your soulmate but where am I going to find someone else sporting a big ugly tattoo of a snake wrapped around a rose? I swear I'm going to die alone with this thing.

Some people may call me reckless for wanting to drive in areas without speed limits and going out to clubs every weekend and such but I need some type of freedom don't I? Everyone always says 'it's better not to have to make decisions than to make the wrong choices' but what's wrong with wanting to choose things once in a while?

Honestly the clubs aren't even that free. You're only allowed one drink per hour and you're given numbers when you walk in and can only dance when your number is called. Every piece of society is controlled. If you get caught doing something the government can't control you'll be executed.

There's a large group of people that disagree with the governments control but I can't join them. There's an average of five of them executed every week. It's better to pretend you're happy with life as it is.

Mary thinks I enjoy the night clubs because I'm searching for my soulmate but she couldn't be more wrong. I do want to find him. But I want to have a little fun first.

I don't date other men. I don't do anything of the sort. I don't want to gain the title of 'skank'. It's what they call the women that don't save themselves for that special someone. Last week a man and woman got put in prison for six months for skanking in public.

I should stop complaining. It's all a part of the life I will have to live. I'm supposed to have six children but I don't want to. I don't want my children to live like this. But who knows? Maybe they'll enjoy it.

Before my great grandmother's passing she would always tell me about a time where people where free to do whatever they pleased. She would tell me about how her and my grandfather met and how they bought their home. I wish I lived back then.

Sometimes I wonder if I've ever met my soulmate. I doubt I have but it's possible. Some people claim that they can sense when they're close to their soulmate but others say those people are crazy. Some people say they've known their soulmate for years before finding out they were made for each other.

It's crazy the way things work around here isn't it?