Black Spots

Chapter one

We are all born with a pitch black spot. They appear in various places on different people. Mine happens to be on my left arm, right in the middle of it. My mother always says, "What a distinct place yours is." Hers is now a splotch of colour on her right palm. She shook my father's hand when they first met and the black turned to excitement within a blink of an eye. I, however, haven't found my soulmate, basically, my whole school is filled with colour and my arm is a soulless patch. My friends always tease me because there's a teacher here that hasn't been touched by his soulmate either and they say, "we're meant to be". It's disgusting really. Every time I walk into the class it's "Oooooh Annieeee. There he is, the love of your life!". It really upsets me because everyone already has theirs and it almost makes me feel naked. I go day to day on the brim of my seat wondering if this is the day. But it never is.

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I woke up this morning to my alarm, per usual. I got up, brushed my hair, my teeth, and did my makeup. Stood in my closet for about a year trying to figure out what to wear before putting on a regular shirt and a black pair or leggings. I grabbed my bag and started to head out when my mom stopped me

"Heading our so soon, Annie?" She asked running her fingers through my black hair

"Yeah, I have to stop in and get help from a teacher before class starts" 

"Why don't you go out with some friends after school ?"

"I'll see." I ended the conversation by looking down. When my eyes met the floor her colourful hand caught my attention. When will it be my day?

"Oh Annie, it will happen eventually, don't feel bad" my mom knew I was about the only one without color on me

"Yeah, maybe." I told her while shifting my bag back on to my shoulders, "well I should get going. I'll message you if I make any plans."

"Okay baby, I'll see you later, be safe"

"I will. Love you" I turned to face the door before walking through it.

It was fall time, a bit of a chill in the air, pretty colors, my absolute favorite season. I look down at my arms to see my spot, how I want it to look like the autumn leaves so badly.

I finally arrive to school after what seems like forever  and go to meet my best friends. Taymarah and Katie.

They're each others soulmates. They have the most beautiful marks of them all. They backed into each other the first day of freshman year, they both said they could feel the soulless black hole become a colorful canvas. Both of their backs are covered in color.

"What's up A-dawg?" Taymarah screams when she sees me. I laugh and say hi before drifting off into thought.

"Is today going to be the day?"
"Am I going to feel full of life?"
"Am I going to be full of love?"

Katie snapped me out of my thoughts, "hey, are you good?"
"Yeah, just thinking, I'm all set" I brush it off. I shouldn't worry about it, we all become colorful eventually.

The day goes by rather quickly, thank god.
My mom still wants me to do something after school. Taymarah and Katie are together and trust me, there's zero chance in me third wheeling that, nope not happening.

I decided to go to the library, I need to find a book to read for school anyways.

The only thing about that is I need to take the subway. The library is on the complete opposite side of town and would take forever to walk to. Lucky our high school is right by the subway station so we can hop right on and get there in no time.

I text my mom telling her that I'm heading to the library and to grab something to eat before I head out.

I've always hated the subway, way too many people, so over crowded, and smells like actual shit.

I prepare myself before entering, I can already smell it. There's so many people.

I start heading down the stairs with my head down, constantly bumping into people, I finally get to the platform but to no surprise it's just as crowded.

I make my way over to the place where I always stand, still pushing my way through the crowd.

Then I felt it.

The tingle up my spine,

The shivers,

The blood pulsing to my heart,

The warmness,

I look down to my arm, to where my spot is,

It's no longer black.

I feel like I'm going to throw up.

I spin around to see who i belong with, but the crowd keeps pushing in. I can't find them, where are they? Where is my soulmate.

I can't find the person I belong with.

I'm frantic with emotion.

I start sprinting toward the way of the crowd, until I'm at the top of the stairs.

I've lost them.