It all starts with a mark. A birthmark to be quite so plain. It's a shape just a random shape; some people's look like shapes or famous people and famous things. Some people though they are really lucky they have ones that aren't skin toned they are blue and purple and things like that so they find their other half way easier than I have it. Mine is brown and its on my wrist and it looks like a bass clef without one of the dots. So I should probably explain more. These marks aren't just birthmarks, they help us find the one we're supposed to spend the rest of our lives with, our soul mates. My parents they weren't very lucky they never found theirs. They just settled for their childhood friend to survive in this world we live in. In the poorer …show more content…
I woke up to my mother and father standing over me screaming happy birthday with a beautiful green cake with 17 candles perfectly topped upon it. Green had always been my favorite color ever since I realized my eyes were this jade green that just popped out from underneath my coal locks and pale white skin with freckles to match. I am very vain about my appearances I guess. Coming from where I do it's rare to find a girl that isn't very plain and has river hair, brown with gray streaks. So I've always been very proud of my looks even though my mother always told my not to be or my children will come out just like the people I judge. So I keep my thoughts to myself. We live in a mill village. Basically our village all revolves around this mill and the textiles that we produce. And that’s where I went as soon as I had a piece of cake for breakfast. The mill is where I work everyday except Sundays for mandatory mass. Mandatory mass is in remembrance of who we used to be as a people to make sure we don’t turn out to be like the people we once were. In my opinion we're already screwed because the rich still rule. They don’t even have to attend Mandatory mass. I guess money can buy anything even buy you out of mandatory