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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.

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5. 9:28 a.m.

     I throb all over when I wake up the next morning. Every throb punctures with the beat of my heart. I groan and sit up, pulling the blinds back to see the light of morning shine through the cracks. I let go and pull back. I get up and look at my alarm clock. 9:28. Oh shoot!! I throw on a robe and sprint down stairs to apologize to Clementine and explain that I forgot to turn on my alarm before I went to bed last night. I look in the kitchen and find her absent. I run to the next room, a unused room thats normally used for training. I go over next door and see her sitting on the sofa. I quizzically look at her and open my mouth to explain, but she holds up a hand and gestures me forward. I sit down as she puts an arm around my shoulder. She pulls me in a gives me a kiss on my forehead and speaks.

"How are you? Feeling better?"

I nod "I'm fine."

"I'm not convinced."

"What?"

"I'm not convinced. Can you tell me why?"

"I don't understand."

She shakes her head, "Not everyone can act as good as you can, but I know better."

I shrug, " That depends on who's asking."

She smiles, "I knew you were awake."

"I been awake since I've been here."

"Not mentally."

" What do you want?" my tone protrayed icy than intended.

" I want to know what they did to you."

"What they do to everyone else."

"But you are not normal."

"Thanks."

" You know what I mean."

" Do I really? Cause as far as I'm concerned, I have no clue what everybody's talking about when they say I'm not normal."

"Don't use that tone with me; I'm just trying to figure everything out."

" I don't care. I know I'm important in some way, but why does everyone have to make it so foggy for me to understand and then I end up knowing nothing instead of something? What's the point of saying I'm smart when I have no idea what's going on?"

" You will understand in time."

" Is that what your supposed to say or is that what you want to say?"

" Stop that kind of talk. You know the only thing I want for you is the best and if you could just be quiet for a mi-"

" WHAT IF THE ONLY WAY TO FIGURE THIS OUT IS TO YELL ABOUT IT AND NOT BE QUIET!"

 I run off and up the stairs. I know she followed me, but I just slam the door behind me and jump into my bed. Before she comes up the stairs, I crawl to the door and push the lock.

She beats on the door, " GET OUT OF THERE THIS INSTANCE! OR I'LL BEAT YOU 'TIL YOUR PULP!"

" Can't do that when your not in here!"

I jump back into bed as she continues to scream threats and beat the door. I've never seen her like this and I hope I never have to see her like this again. I pull the sheets over my head and wait for the temper tanturm to die down. I sleep and think in bed until she finally leaves and retreats and goes downstairs to have a cup of coffee. My stomach growls and I realize that I haven't had anything to eat for the last 36 hours at the least. I curl up in a ball and clutch my stomach. I won't be out of here for a while and I fall asleep, trying to ignore the rumbling noises.

 

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