[ WP ] Once you hit a certain age , tattoos appear on your body . Your goal for the rest of your life is to find someone with matching tattoos .

I looked up at the neon sign and sighed. 
 
 `` Mark Reading: Read Your Mark, Meet Your Spark!'' 
 
 I looked back to my mom and put on my best sad face. I never felt emotions, not the way I think most people do. I've been angry before, but not much besides that. My mom looked stern. 
 
 `` You know you have to get your mark read, Adam, you're 16 now.'' 
 
 I wonder how much they charge in there. I'm pretty sure the government takes a percentage of the money for bringing these fakes all this business. `` We can just say we got it read? You know a parent's word is all we need.'' 
 
 She shook her head and walked in, with me following behind. The woman at the desk led me to the back, leaving my mom out in the front. She pointed to a chair and smiled, `` She'll be right with you. This room is soundproof so people do n't hear your secrets.'' I smiled back. I learned how to smile convincingly early in my life. Funny how I'm complimented for the truth in my smiles when they're the only fake ones. 
 
 A poster on the wall showed a mark in the shape of a heart with the words, `` Follow your heart''. 
 
 A woman walked in, smiled at me and told me to take off my shirt. I smiled again and obliged. She went to my back and began to read. After a few seconds, she stood up and stared at me. `` Get out,'' she said. `` Leave now.'' 
 
 Not sure of what the problem was, I stood up, causing her to walk back. 
 
 `` Just leave!'' She was yelling now. 
 
 `` I came all this way to this dump, you're going to tell me what the damn mark says.'' I did n't add any false emotion to my voice like I usually do. When I'm angry, the only emotion I feel, my voice is emotionless. Funny how that works. 
 
 She back into a corner and I followed her. `` Tell me. Now'' 
 
 She shook her head as she backed into the wall, eyes wide. I picked up a framed degree she had and repeated myself. When she remained quiet again, I hit her in the head with it, causing her to crumple to the ground. She held up her hands. 
 
 `` Please,'' she begged. `` Do n't...'' 
 
 `` Tell me what it means.'' 
 
 `` Your mark... it says you have a darkness. You will kill.'' She looked up at me, tears in her eyes. 
 
 `` Huh,'' I said, `` I guess this mark thing is real.'' I hit her one more time with the frame and dropped it. I walked out to my mom and gave her a nice smile. 
 
 `` She says I'll meet a beautiful girl who likes to cook.'' My mom smiled at me. 
 
 `` See, it was n't so bad, was it?'' 
 
 I shook my head. `` Guess not.''
