Today I turn nineteen. It is too late for the tattoo to appear now. I was dumb to even think that I could have been one of the chosen ones, that I could've been someone important.
I'm not perfect. I have my flaws, but doesn't everyone?
I don't know if it's because of my incident when I was just a stupid kid, or if I'm not good enough. But that's the way it is. I have to continue living my life just the ordinary way it is.
The thing is, there's little I can do to change the world to the better, when I have no power and no authority, only my beliefs and my passion.
In the past, I wasn't a big believer of our system. I thought that maybe that tattoo appears to random people. But sadly, all of that changes when you turn eighteen. You start waiting for it to appear. You find yourself spending hours after hours, just looking at your wrist, waiting for the black ink to show up. You have one whole year. If it doesn't appear by then, well you will not become a part of the royals. You will stay a part of a Body living a poor life. This system, didn't only cost me my leg, but also my best friend and there's nothing I can do to change that. But one thing I do know is; I am going to try.
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The Tattoo
Science Fiction~what if your purpose in life is defined by a tattoo's appearance on you wrist? ~what if everything you followed and believed turns out to be a big ~what if that tattoo doesn't appear on you wrist?
