[ WP ] Upon turning 13 1 % of the worlds population have the name of their soul mate appear on their hand . They can then choose whether or not to seek them out .

`` How does it feel?'' 
 
 `` It itches.'' 
 
 `` Are you gon na try and find them?'' 
 
 `` No.'' 
 
 `` Do you already know where they are?'' 
 
 `` Yes.'' 
 
 `` So why do n't you go find them? They're your soul mate!'' 
 
 `` No.'' 
 
 Do n't let anyone know about the name in your hand if you do n't intend to do anything about the name in your hand. If you're one of the supposed lucky few to be bestowed with the name of your soul mate magically etched into your hand at the age of 13, the attention you get the day everyone else finds out can be overwhelming. If you do n't plan to find them, do n't tell anyone you've got it. My best friend Cindy kept bothering me to find out why I kept my hand hidden all morning and when I told her, she set a mob of girls on me to get me to show her the name. 
 
 I made a choice though. I'm gon na go the rest of my life without ever letting him know that his name is in my hand. Maybe I can get some surgery when I'm older to get it removed. That or I will have to wear gloves the rest of my life whenever I'm not alone. 
 
 There was a scream from the entrance to the cafeteria just as I was getting asked for the millionth time to show my hand. I was thankful at first to have the attention pulled off of me. Then, my heart sank as there came a loud bang that echoed off the walls. Everyone went silent, then dropped down into a laying position, one by one, fanning out like a ripple. When it hit me, it was with the whispered words everyone was passing on. `` He's got a gun.'' 
 
 I dropped low but kept my head up, watching the lone figure make his way through the frightened crowd of middle schoolers. I looked a little higher just in time for him to meet my gaze. Anger shown on his face and suddenly he was in front of me at the speed of a cheetah. I stood to meet him. 
 
 I was quaking where I stood as that hot gun barrel was an inch from the very center of my forehead. `` If you want to live, you will sit your bitch-ass down.'' I refused. 
 
 `` You fucking preppy bitches think you can do whatever you want to whomever you want. You think you're better than everyone else.'' A tear traced a line down his cheek as he spoke through choked words. `` You think you have all the power. I've got the power now. You have to do what I say. You have to treat me with respect.'' His voice went cold at his last words, with only anger controlling him now. `` You have to respect me now. Or I'll kill you. And there is n't anything you can do about it.'' 
 
 There was something I could do. I was frightened at first, sure that the slightest movement would give him a reason to put a bullet in my skull. But even as my whole body shook and I could barely keep my eyes open, practically paralyzed with fright, I still managed to make him lower the gun. All I had to do was open my hand, and show him his name.
