I stared at my arms waiting. Harriet says I shouldn't wait for it to happen.
"I can't help it. Who ever it is hasn't written a single thing thing in their arms in 4 years." I say this like it doesn't happen to everyone who's soul mate had died. But if I tried writing Father would wipe it off.
"Me and your mother had been together years. And we never wrote on our arms like some love sick teenager." I would roll my eyes at him. The truth is Mom wasn't Father's soul mate. I'd seen writing on her arms when Father's where plain and clean.
When I pointed it out to her she went and changed into a long sleeve shirt.
"Don't tell your father about this. It's our secret." I was shocked. Keeping a secret from Father? Not only was that almost impossible, it was crazy. But I did it. For 7 years. Then it didn't matter.
My mother had died when she was out after curfew and a officer thought she was a imposter. He shot her without looking twice. I had no idea until my father can in holding a black dress.
"Put this on. And cry. I don't want people to think we're heartless. Your dress maid will be here soon."
Amma my mother's dress maid came in. The first thing I said to her was.
"Why does Father want me to cry?" Then Amma started crying.
"Oh hunny." She said though tears. I got up from my bed.
"Amma; what's wrong?" I was tearing up now.
"Oh hunny. Your mother was shot yesterday. Today's her funeral." I stopped crying.
"She can't be dead."
"I'm sorry."
So I went to the funeral. I cried. I did what Father told me to do. It was just the staff and me. Father left as soon as it was done.
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Sad, sappy beginning. I know. I keep working on it as soon as I have time
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Teen FictionIn a world where when your soul mate draws on themselves it appears in the other as well. But this is the only thing that is really good in this world. Crime rates are higher than they'd ever been. More and more animals are going extinct. Less and...
