Maybe Tomorrow...

Prologue

Torture...

Pure torture.

At this moment you're probably asking yourself: What is she babbling about? Well, I'll tell you. Laws. Horrible laws. Laws that had to make my family basically go into hiding. Why'? Because, my parents married the wrong people. Let me explain: When you are born, you get a "tattoo" (I say tattoo because its a permament mark on your body). When I say when you are born...I mean RIGHT when you are born. They don't wait. Anyway, the "tattoo" is your fate. Whoever has the same exact tattoo as you, is your soulmate. It can also be like a Zodiac sign; telling your horscope, but only once.

Now, you're probably asking: Well what does this have to do with your family. I'll tell you. My parents' tattoos aren't the same. They aren't officaly, nor legally, married. They thought they could define the laws and choose their own fate, their own soulmate. But it's illegal. And if the 'Man' catches you, your punishment is execution. My parents had my sister, Lola, and I. Which makes everything five times worse. If they catch my parents...Lola and I either get executed or put into a foster home.

I know, its weird. But its life.

Let's talk about boring ole me, shall we? My name is Scarlett Cane. Im 16. I have straight, breast length, dark brown hair, and blueish green eyes. I'm pretty average height and a little under weight. My parents are nice to me, and my sister is more than I could ask for, but I have issues. Even though my life is fine, I'm not. I have high depression. Very high depression. I have self harmed in the pass, but I haven't did it in six months. I'm in high school. Wildrow High School to be exact. I have friends. But I have two best friends. Robin Oka and Michelle Keller. Us three girls have known each other for years. Since kindergarten. Robin has shoulder length black hair and cloudy grey eyes. While Michelle has elbow length blone hair and blue eyes.

Lola. Oh, sweet Lola. My 19 year old gorgeous sister, who I long to look like. She has wav redish hair. Not as long as mine but long. Her hair is also a more lighter color than mine. Lola has deep ocean blue eyes. Not to mention her incredible features. She's confident, but a good type; not snobby. Lola already found her match; a 20 year old named Zach Smith. He's muscular and very attractive. She deserves him. Lola just finished high schools, and is now working on college. She wants to be a dancer, I want to be in photography. You have to be at least 18 to get a job. Worst part is, you have to have family information. So, to get a job I would put my whole family in danger.

Let's discuss my school. Wildrow High. It can be a living hell, like any high school, but its an okay school. Its a typical high school. Filled with snobs, nerds, jocks, emos, goths, hipsters, etc etc. The teachers are middle aged. Besides my favorite teacher; Ms. Jackson. Jackson is my 6th period, writing. She lets us write poems, stories, and whatever we want for the whole period. Ms. Jackson knows about me, my family, and everything. Im the student that is closest to her. Like a daughter...

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"Life can't go on,

If the door is closed.

Leave it unlocked?

So, I can open it.

My love for you might brake this bond,

I love you on and on."

I scribble down on my paper. "What are you writing, love?" Ms. Jackson asks, squatting by my desk. "Just a poem," I swiftly reply. She smiles softly and walks over to her desk, doing God knows what.

"How can love,

Be sacrificed by hate?

One can hate easier,