Never Ending Truths

3. Family

I sat at my kitchen table, hunched over my books, reading over the chapters Dr. Jones told us to read. I finished the homework for my other classes already and had my supper. All I had left was this summary of two pages. I wanted to impress him, so I wrote three pages, adding the knowledge I've learned over the years. I looked at the clock on the wall seeing it was almost midnight; I'd been working for five hours. I need to go to bed, so I'm not falling asleep in class, especially in my first period. I clean everything up and prepare for tomorrow, hoping it will be a problem-free day. I wonder what Dr. Jones wants me to translate for him. I hope it's some artifact he found on one of his many adventures. I wonder if my soulmate is still awake.

I lightly trace our shared mark with my fingers tracing the compass before placing a kiss upon it. I felt him kiss our tattoo before gently caressing my face. His fingers went from my forehead to my jaw before tracing over my lips. I instantly felt relaxed, and I knew he could feel it as well by the steady beat of his heart. "One day, I'll meet you, my love," I mumble as I rub circles on my hand before placing a soft kiss. I put everything in my bag, getting it ready for school tomorrow. I walk to my tiny bathroom, brush my teeth, and wash my face looking at myself in the mirror. Smooth sun-kissed tan skin from being in the sun, long blonde wavy golden hair that went to my lower back while bangs covered my forehead, green eyes as green as the leaves on the trees in the spring, a strong, thin figure with broad, solid arms and shoulders from working on the farm, And a nice womanly figure. I go into bed, Placing the green comforter over me, turning to my side, seeing the space next to me. This bed won't be vacant long one day; I'll see my soulmate sleeping peacefully. "Good night." I kiss my hand twice, letting him know I'm off to bed.

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I walk into class, turning in my homework from the previous night before taking my seat by the door. I looked out the window in the door that looked out into the hall, daydreaming about going on adventures. I saw Dr. Jones talking to my mythology teacher lowly, but I could read his lips. "You need to look out for Harley LaCarrubba; there is trouble brewing," he tells her. I look at him confused, then back to Mrs. Donovan to see her nod her head. "Okay, dear, I'll keep an eye on her."

He turned and saw me staring at them confused, and knew I saw them talking about me. "I'm trouble?" I mouth to him, glaring as I point to myself. He shook his head and then told me to focus on my class. I shake my head and cross my arms as I look back to the board, sneaking glances at him. He had his back to me so that I couldn't read his lips or Mrs. Donovan. I rub my hand, wanting to feel my soulmate comfort me. He thinks I was trouble because I'm Italian; I knew I shouldn't have told him. Maybe it's better this way, distance myself from him so I don't have feelings for another man that isn't my soulmate. I look back at him to see him turn, then look at me before walking off with Mrs. Donovan.

I finished up this class and then went to mythology, taking my seat, noticing I was early. "Miss LaCarrubba, you will be sitting upfront from now on," she tells me as she points to the desk across from hers. I nod my head as I grab my things changing seats so she can keep an eye on me. Curse that dumb handsome professor for telling my teachers to keep an eye on me.

"Okay, class, we will continue our lesson on Greek gods." Mrs. Donovan smiles as she rambles on about the lesson. Something hit me in the back of the head, causing me to cover it with my hand immediately. I pulled something out of my hair and noticed it was a spitball. I turn around to see it was the boy throwing nuts at me yesterday, grinning ear to ear. I didn't even know he was in this class with me. I was so focused on the lesson I didn't pay attention. I glare at him then turn back around to see Mrs. Donovan writing on the chalkboard, so I took notes feeling more spitballs land in my hair.

The bell rang, signaling us to go to lunch. "Read chapters 2-4 and take notes. Pop quiz tomorrow over the chapter." Mrs. Donovan raises her voice so we can hear her. I glare at that stupid football player with that smug smile on his round face. My hair felt so sticky and gross; why is it sticky? I walked out, touching the back of my hair, noticing it was pieces of gum. My heart started racing in panic as I realized I had hand gum stuck to my hair. No, no, no, not my hair! This is all Dr. Jones's fault! If he didn't tell Mrs. Donovan, I was trouble; this wouldn't have happened. I'm going to give him a piece of my mind! I storm out of class, feeling my soulmate trying to calm me down, as he grabbed my arm. I slap him off of me, not wanting him to interfere with the ass-chewing I'm about to give Dr. Jones. I break our connection as I storm to the history building pushing the door open and storming down to his classroom. I pushed the door open, seeing him panic-stricken as he looked down at his lunch as he sat at his desk, massaging his arm.