The Mark of Three (Previously 'Marked by Three')

Chapter One

Chapter One

-Violet's POV-

Packing up my belongings before the final bell of the day rings, I was ready to jump out of my seat and be the first out of the door so I wouldn't have to stay a second longer listening to Ms. Backwater drone on about the history of our country and the apparent importance of knowing every single detail of it. And just at I was watching the final minute tick down on the classroom clock, the loud vibration of my phone cut off Ms. Blackwater mid-sentence before the bell of freedom could. Looking up with a sheepish smile, I met the glaring stare of my now more than crankier than usual teacher.

"Miss Stevenson! You know my classroom rules; how dare you bring a pho-" the sound of the bell cut off the yelling of Ms. Blackwater. Not wasting a second longer, I sprang out of my seat with my stuff already in my arms, and dashed out the door with Ms. Blackwater screaming after me. I knew having my phone on me during class would already get me a detention alone, I might as well make the most out of my reason for getting a detention by not having to listen to Ms. Blackwater for any longer.

After I had gotten to my locker and grabbed my backpack and was walking out the doors of hell, also commonly referred to as school, did I finally look at my phone. Butterflies stirred in my stomach when I saw I had a text from Egan, my boyfriend of three months.

Egan: Vio, meet me after school at the park a few blocks from ur place. I have a surprise for u, so u better not be late. Be there at 3:30pm, don't be late.

Violet: Cool, can't wait! See you then babe xx

As I sent off the reply to Egan, I glanced up to the sky and saw gray clouds settling in, most likely not enough for it to rain, but it was certainly making the weather colder and windier than usual for late winter. Shivering slightly, I stuffed my hands into the front pockets of my hoodie and hurried home, praying my parents wouldn't be home yet so I could get changed in peace and be able to leave the house again in time without being stopped and be given another round of lectures-I mean advice on how my life should be ran.

Finally arriving home, I let out a sigh of relief when I saw neither of my parent's cars in the driveway. I quickly let myself in and dashed up-stairs and got changed and rushed back out of the house and made my way to the park, not wanting to be late.