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Chapter 4 - Deal with the rebel

Hey y'all :)

So I decided the characters -

Leighton Meester - Julia
Ashley Tisdale - Carol
Tammin Sursok - Claire
Tyler Posey - Nate
Ian Somerhalder - Daniel
Stefania Owen - Samantha
Miles Teller - Charlie

What do you think? x

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It was a Monday morning and it had been a week since my first day in high school. I had adjusted quite well, adjusting had never been a problem for me. Yes, of course something inside me told me that I didn't quite belong here and I knew I didn't. But nor did I belong in boarding school either.

Being Carol's stepsister I had been accepted in the "monarchy" quite quickly without going through some sort of minion phase or something. But it wasn't exactly what I wanted.

I had always managed to blend in the with the popular crowd, but a side of me had always even managed to blend in with geeks and a side of me always blended with rebels.

Showing the popular side was always the easy way out. But it always felt like I was in the book divergent because honestly why did we even have to have this social order.

Honestly, I knew no one fitted in one place perfectly and if we all just accepted that we could be ourselves.

I stared at my self in the mirror, I hated what I saw not because I was ugly, I mean I wasn't drop dead gorgeous either but I was fairly pretty and thats what I didn't like. I was always in the middle. I was either being all hyper and didn't stop talking or I didn't say a word. I wore all black or I was extremely girly with bows and frilly bags. And this kind of made me feel like I didn't even know myself, like who am I? How do I find Julia Roberts?

I wasn't horribly bad or astonishing excellent in like anything. I was always between the lines, averagely bad, averagely good or just average. And that makes you feel talentless and always unnecessary in a situation. It basically sucks.

"Umm, can I borrow your eyeliner?" I heard a voice from behind me. And I was extremely surprised to see it was Samantha, we had been living in the same house since literally 8 days and it was honestly the first time she directly spoken to me after the first day.

I smiled "sure, it's in that box" I said pointing towards my black makeup box.

"Admiring yourself?" She said as she removed the liner from the box.

"Not exactly" I said as I went and sat on the bed. Why were people so quick to judge?

"Why exactly do you act like this?" I asked her surprised by my own words.

"Excuse me? Your giving me a liner doesn't mean it gives you some sort of bitch pass" she said sharply.

"Umm, am sorry forget I even asked" I said declaring it pointless.

She nodded at me sternly and proceeded to exit the room.

"Actually don't. Don't forget I asked." I said stopping her before she exited. She was like a puzzle, I loved solving mini puzzles when I was small and know solved more complicated ones, people. I just liked to know stories, visit new places and then write everything down, and maybe through it help people with tough times.

"Am sorry. What?" She asked looking at me with narrowed eyes.

"You heard me."

"I can act how I want" she said now glaring at me.

"You know what I mean. Why do you pretend not care about anything, why do you want everyone to think your mean and heartless? We all know there's something more to that" I said determined to break her walls.