IRL: Divergent by Veronica Roth

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"So you see," Mr. Eaton said, pointing to the image shown on the smartboard, "Divergent plate boundaries are when two plate boundaries move apart. As a result, earthquakes and volcanoes are really frequent there."

Beatrice raised her hand.

"Yes, Beatrice?" Mr. Eaton sighed.

"Where can we find divergent plate boundaries, sir?"

"The Peru-Chile Trench is a divergent boundary, as is the Mariana and Aleutian Trenches, and many others. I would tell you all of them, but time is just about--

Ring, ring! The bell rang, signaling the end of the day.

"Have a good weekend, class!" Mr. Eaton said. "Homework is the questions on page 177 in your Science textbooks!"

One by one, everyone else packed up and left. Soon, only Mr. Eaton, Beatrice, and her best friend Christie were in the room. The girls were about to leave when Mr. Eaton called out, "Beatrice, can you stay after school today?"

"Yes, why?"

"There are some labs I need to go over with you." He gave her the universal teacher look for, 'what the heck happened on that last lab?'.

Beatrice sighed. Her face said she tried her best in the class, but sometimes she wondered if he was exceptionally hard on her grades because he hated her. Which wasn't true, but she had to hide...you know...their secret.

"Text me when you get home, 'kay?" Christie said, then left.

A long silence filled the room for five minutes before Beatrice finally remembered to close the door. "Sorry," she apologized. "For a second there, I thought I actually did poorly on the lab."

"Of course not," Mr. Eaton assured her. "But it sure does make for a good cover, doesn't it?" He wrapped his arms around her.

Beatrice sighed as his lips found hers. She knew that if they were caught, there'd be unbelievably huge consequences. She couldn't wait until she graduated from high school in a few weeks. She turned eighteen shortly after graduation, and after that, Mr. Eaton--Toby--wouldn't be forbidden fruit.

"Besides, you're so beautiful, how could I fail you?" he mumbled against her mouth.

And anyway, Toby was twenty-three. And he was so handsome, his age didn't even matter. What did matter was that they were meant to be. Beatrice believed all this and more was true.

And it was.

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