Chapter 6: The EMC

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My father is the President of the CC (Control Clan) all I know about the CC is that they highly enforce that everyone follows the rules of the mark and doesn't defy against it. There's three main rules, the first rule is anyone who doesn't follow it is terminated, the second rule is if you find your "soulmate" you are to marry them within a three month period, the third rule is that you cover up your mark and show no one until the color starts to change. Everyone is scared to defy the rules. Me? I couldn't give a damn about it. I wasn't going to let a mark tell me who I should love. I knew who I loved and that was Grace Livingston.
      I've known Grace ever since we were little. We grew up together, we are still friends and everything is great between us. There's only a slight problem besides the stupid mark. Grace has already met her soulmate, Peter Arce. Peter and I used to be friends, we had a fallout my second year of high school. Ever since then we've never even tried to come close to talking. Grace has been with Peter for a month now.
    I hear a knock on my door, instead of getting up to answer it I lay still in my bed clutching the letter I received from my brother.
"Jasper honey, you've been silent for hours. You haven't came out since last night. Are you okay? Please come out and eat." I realized it was my mothers voice. I just wanted to be alone. I had to many things to think about,  besides the mark situation what did Cory mean? What wouldn't I understand? I snap out of it and answer her.
"Yes mom, I'm okay. I'll come down to eat in a moment. Okay? Just let me be for a little while longer."

"Okay. Hurry down before it gets cold."

I sighed "That's why they invented microwaves mom. I'll be there in a moment." And with that the conversation was over. I put the letter up, took a quick shower, got quickly dressed, and went down stairs. I saw my plate on the table, I quickly ate, cleaned up, and went to the attic. If I wanted to get the next clue on what Cory meant I would need to go look at his stuff. There may be a hidden message. Something he would hide in his belongings that no one would fine but me. Now, the search begins.

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