The inspiration for this story came from the author of Divergent, Veronica Roth, but mine is definately me own and I hope you love reading it as much as I did writing it.


6. 7:33 p.m.

I wake up to the sound of buzzing in my ears. My bedroom is clean and tidy, the way I left it before orientation. I sit up and stare out the closed window. Several children pass a ball back a forth with their feet. A couplet master watches over the children and then looks up at me through the curtains. I turn around and stand up, going out into the hall and down the stairs to the kitchen. All the lights are off. I turn on the kitchen light and cringe.

"Clementine?" I yell. I walk into the living room. Spotless. Nothing out of place. What the heck is going on?

"Hello?" I look around. I run upstairs to Clementine's bedroom. Nothing. absolutely nothing. No evidence, no clues, nothing out of order. I grab the phone by the bedside.

"911, what's your emergency?"

I scream in the phone, " My couplet master is missing and I don't know what to do."

"did you try the government emergency hotline?"

" the government has an emergency hotline?"

" Contact them. They will know what to do." the phone hangs up and I put the phone back on the table by the bed. I go back to my room and pick up the other phone by the beside. I put the phone on speaker and change into yoga pants and a sweatshirt as the phone rings.

" Government Emergency Hotline, my name is Mayline. How may I help?"

" My couplet master is missing and I am home alone and I don't know what to do and I freaking out an-"

" Calm down, what is your name?"

I sit down on my bed, " Kristen Callaghan" 

" Is your couplet master Clementine Shubeck?"

I swallow, "Yes. where is she?"

" She is under arrest for stage 3 rebelism and secrets against Government personal."

" Wait, what does that mean?"

" It means your couplet master was a rebel trying to spread the disease of independent thinking and was caught, thankfully. She will be punished with the punishment of the government's choosing, most likely execution by sword.

I stand up and knock the chair over, "What?! this can't happen! She would never do anything like this!"

" Well, she did and she should have understood the consequences if she didn't by now.  I suggest you pack a bag and wait until someone can come pick you up."

" how can I identify them?" I question.

" They will arrive and recite you identification number on your wrist."

" Alright thank you."

"Be ready in fifteen minutes." She hangs up the phone and I run to my closet to pack some clothes and necessities when a black combat jeep pulls up in the driveway. I grab my bag and run down stairs to await the government agents of some sort. Before the man from the vehicle can knock on the door, I whip the door open with my wrist behind my back.

The man approaches, "N0210?"

I nod. The man grabs my bag from my hand and waves me forward to the car. He throws my bag in the back of the jeep. He offers me a seat in the front of the jeep. I get in and buckle my seat belt when a gas is released throughout the vehicle. Green fumes fill my nose as I look beside to see my companion with a gas mask on his face. My eyes begin to close and I fall on top of the glove box. 


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