Markless

Chapter 1

     Everybody is born with a mark that tells them what they are meant to be in life. Its been that way for years, but that all got screwed up by me. I changed everything, but not in a good way. I've always wondered what it's like to be born with one, they say it's like it's carved in your head and it eats at you, making you wish for the day you can speak and share to the world what you are going to be.

                *August 8th 2003*

          Julia was born, The doctor told the mother, "I don't see a mark on this one."

"I'm sure there is somewhere! Look harder!" The mother exclaimed, shouting.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I don't see one." The doctor replied, walking out of the room. The mother sighed and looked down at her child as the father walked in.

"What is she?" The father asked.

"The doctor doesn't know, she doesn't have a mark anywhere. I don't want her, let's put her up for adoption. I don't want the hassle of finding a way around our mark filled world." The woman said.

"Why would you leave someone  directionless and alone with no support or anywhere to go?" The father said. "I'll keep her, I'll raise her, since you refuse to do so. "

The mother gave the father a sour look, "Even though she's markless?" The mother questioned the father's sanity.

"Yes." The father answered, now disgusted that the mother would throw away a child just because they don't have a mark, "She's unique."

The mother sighed, "I didn't want to have a child."

The father cleared his throat, "You told me a million times before, but I didn't know you would just throw them out. So I'll be leaving, seeing as you don't want my child."
                        
                         *Week 26*

The Father had gotten a house and settled down when all of a sudden he heard, Julia, his little girl in the crib beginning to coo. He turned away from dinner for a second, being caught by his childs big, beautiful greenish blue eyes that had marks in them. Tears came to his eyes as he looked into the anchor shaped pupils.

"Thank god!" Was all he said as he hugged his child and kissed her head, the daughter giggling as he returning to dinner.

                       *Julia, age 7*

"Papa!" I said as I ran up to him, asking for upsie's.

"Hey girlie!" He spoke softly as he picked me up. I traced the mark on my fathers check. I giggled, "Papa, I can't wait until I can start my job." He smiled and kissed my eyelid as I closed my eyes.

"Me too honey, you will be great at it." My fathers mark was a wrench, he's a mechanic, but he also does maintenance. "You are going to be the best sailor, you're going to be the mightiest pirate, my little duckling." He said as he pinched my cheeks.

"Yes I will!" I giggled.

                *November 14 2003*

   A wealthy CEO was married to a famous model who was giving birth to a baby girl. Usually, the wealthy familys can get an estimation on what the baby's mark would be, but the doctors couldn't predict it. No matter how many test's they did, no matter how many people tried predicting in different methods, no one could come up with an answer.