(Nila's P.O.V)
I trace my fingers along the scraggly words written across my collar bone. Mine finally appeared. The story behind these is that only one other person can see the words- your soul mate. So, I just have to wait for mine. I'm pretty sure when you first meet them, they say the word or words often during your first meeting. I grab a high collar t shirt and put it on. Even if I'm the only one who can see it right now, I still feel insecure. I put on my jeans and converse and walk downstairs. I grab my backpack and sling it over my shoulder.
"Bye! Love you!" I yell to my mom and dad. They repeat it back and I head out the door. I go to my car I got for my birthday and drive down to community college. Luckily, we only live like 5 or so minutes away but me being me I decided to waste gas on the smallest trip ever. Usually people get there words when they are in college, so I'm happy that I got it now. My friend Amber got hers when she was in middle school. Still hasn't found the guy/girl either. I step out of the car and grab my bag again. I walk up to my first and favorite class, creative writing. It started out as just a mandatory thing for me to major in writing, but I really enjoy it. I take my seat and grab my pencils, pens, and notebooks out of my bag. I set them in front of me waiting for everyone to enter so class can begin.
"Hey Nila." I hear a girl shout behind me. I turn around to be greeted by all of my closest friends. Yeira (yeera), Viper, and of course Amber. They all sit in a row next to me. We're known as team N.A.V.Y. Makes sense, we are almost always together. Ever since kindergarten. Never forget when we all went to pick up a pencil I dropped. Head on collision, literally. A small smile tugs at my lips. Yeira nudges me,
"What ya thinking about?" She asks curious as to why I'm smiling. I lift up my head.
"Just thinking." I respond. I see our teacher come out and put his lesson plan on his podium.
"Alright guys, get out those worn out pens." He says. We do write a lot, but that's the whole point. Plus I love to write anyway so I'm not complaining. He starts to write what we need to do for class in the big white board in the front. He writes POEMS. I smile. My specialty.
"What is the number one rule about poems, hm?" He asks looking around the room. I raise my hand knowing the answer immediately. He smiles at me then points his marker at me.
"Yes, Nila?"
"Never use I." I say confident.
"Correct." He says turning back to the board.
"You are to write about a rat on a Saturday night. Sounds silly, maybe. But it's all how you interpret it." He says while writing A Rat On A Saturday Night. Sounds like a fun assignment.
"Start writing."
I hear clicks of pens and scratches of pencils. I grab my pen and write down some ideas as our teacher- who's name will finally be mentioned- Mr. Sinester walks around examining us. He knows I like to take my time so he usually skips right past me. It's a normal day, he skips past me and looks at other students as they write down whatever their brains pour out onto the page. I sit tapping my pen against the paper making a little sound with each movement. Time goes fast and I hear the bell ring jolting me from writing down a little idea for the poem. I gather my stuff and head to hell aka math. I can't believe I used to like this subject. I wave by to the girls as we all go our separate ways. I feel my wrist and collar bone tingle a bit. I run to the bathroom right outside my math classroom and check my wrists. There they are. The words on my wrists. I guess I'll meet them soon....
(Please read note)
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I wanted to try making an original story, feedback appreciated. Oh and I'm finally writing again!!! And I'm still waiting on those votes for two more random story updates!!! Btw for the cover I put the word words on their color bones in his and hers writing but I don't want to reveal what exactly those words are. Let's see what happens next shall we.
YAY- Syd
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