I stuff my phone wrapped in my ear buds in my book bag. I walk into the school. I head to my locker 8065 and put in my combination 21-23-65. Lamona is wearing the Dauntless T-shirt I got her last year from Hot Topic. But she quickly puts on a jacket because of the strict dress code of the school. We talk about what we did this summer and I give her a glob of paper I made of the Factions, Her home faction, Amity and chosen faction Dauntless. She thanks me. She is my only friend. I wish I had more. She is fine with me being her only friend. I'm not. She's fine with being weird she doesn't want to fit in. I do. She wears her thin, red, rectangular glasses that make her eyes seem huge. It suits her. Her dark brown hair square bangs comes down shoulder length. She wears faded purple chucky T's (Chuck Taylor's) She walks to her home room and so do I. We don't have any classes together except Resource (a class for ADD/ADHD and other learning disabilities). We plan to sit at lunch together. I head to Ms. Walker's class (science) I already know what she expects of me, she already had Emma last year. I'm suppose to be like Emma, reincarnation of Freud or Einstein or something like her. I'm not, I read more books that aren't school related in classes anyway. I sit in a seat behind, Tavion, a good friend. When I say friend I mean talk for a minute but not like about your deepest secrets friend. He also likes Fall Out Boy. He let me borrow Infinity On High, I kept it for a month before giving it back. The day I gave it back , he put it in his pocket and sat on his bus and it broke in half. He's the poor kid in class. You know one of those in schools across America. The one who wears the same shoes all year. He's a good person. He has a lot of heart in him. If he could just try in school then he could get somewhere. But right now I don't see a future in him. While talks about creepy pastas, we all stand for the pledge of allegiance. We make stupid faces at each other and kick each others shoes.

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