It was Monday morning. I was already dressed in black ripped jeans, a chain dangling from the hip, an army green Teenagers t-shirt by MCR. My leather jacket sitting at the foot of my bed.
I was drawing a new flower, a lotus sitting on a lily pad inside my inner forearm. Today I was using a dark purple marker, almost looking black. Just as I finished a light lavender started filling the petals, filling me with a calming sense of affection.
It was 7:00 A.M, an hour until school started, so I was surprised that my soulmate already started on the new flower. Roman LeRune. He didn't know me, know me. I know his brother Remus but that's about it. I didn't blame Roman for not knowing I was his soulmate. I covered all my flowers...all except one. It's a simple design, a small daisy on my left ring finger, it's stem forming a ring. Roman however shows his off. He seemed to enjoy it when I draw new ones.
It's finally time to leave the house. I grab my jacket and black combat boots, mom is asleep, drunk, on the couch. Dad left us when I was 10 and she fell apart. She's not abusive or anything like that, she's actually really cool when she's sober. Mom works a couple different jobs so some days she's home, some days she's not. I cook and take care of us while she earns money. Not a lot but enough.
I get to the bus stop and pull my headphones up. After about 5 minutes the bus comes. I go and sit in an empty seat in the back of the bus by myself. Another few minutes later and Remus and his brother Roman get on the bus. Remus sits next to Janus, his soulmate. They keep to themselves for the most part. You could say that I'm an honorary friend though. When one of them is gone the other will come and talk to me instead. Roman however usually sat with his 2 or 3 friends that actually ride the bus, today however they weren't there. So he came to the only open seat nearby.
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Word Count: 368
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