OK so I was in English class last year and we were doing the Greek mythology lesson. And this other guy besides me had read Percy Jackson. So when ever our teacher asked a question we would battle with who could answer the question.
I run my hand over the fresh bruise on my arm. "I must have a particularly clumsy soul mate. I get hurt so much it's ridiculous. My soul mate must hate me cause it's ridiculous how many bruises and cuts i get.