Don't You Forget About Me

Chapter 2

        "That's one of your favorite movies, all of those posters are the ones of your favorite movies," my Dad told me while standing in the doorway.

        "I kind of figured that since I've gotten all of the posters of them," I replied.

        "Your favorite song is actually from The Lion King; you've always had a connection with your childhood," he told me, still standing in the doorway.

        "Which song?" I questioned.

        "Can You Feel The Love Tonight, the one where Simba and Nala are adults and they've reunited," he answered.

        "Yeah, when that one came on I loved it."

         "You've always had. Anyway, dinner will be ready soon," and after that, he closed my door and probably walked away. I didn't feel like watching another movie, so I started to browse through my book collection. I picked out Divergent by Veronica Roth just because the title appealed to be the most interesting one.

        About a half-hour later, I heard my parents call me down for dinner. I was on page twenty-nine and the book was actually very interesting, like how I thought it was going to be. So, it's about this society that has divided itself into five factions: Dauntless, Candor, Abnegation, Euridite, and Amity. Dauntless are the brave ones, Candor are the honest ones, Abnegation are the selfless ones, Euridite are the intelligent ones, and Amity are the kind ones. So there's this girl, Tris, that's a combination of Dauntless, Abnegation, and Euridite. Apparently if you're altitude test (that you take when your age group all turns sixteen) shows that you're like that, you're known as Divergent. Also, apparently if you're Divergent, a lot of people will try to (or will) kill you if they find out. Which I find very stupid because I don't get why you shouldn't be allowed to have a personality that has different pieces to it.

        Once I got downstairs to eat dinner, I finally realized that I didn't know where we ate at. "Ms. Speg?" I heard a women called out.

        I turned my head to see where the sound was coming from. After I turned my head, I saw an older women wearing a light blue dress and with her grey hair put into a bun. "Were you calling for me?" I asked.

        "Yes dear," she answered.

        "Oh, well then, yes?" I stuttered a little. Probably because when I was coming home, I didn't expect all of this. 

        "I'm supposed to escort you to the dining room," she said.

        "Oh, okay," and after I said that, I followed the lady to the dining room. Once we got in there, I felt kind of under dressed compared to the both of my parents. I still don't understand why they dress up all of the time. I mean, it's not like we're going anywhere, all we were doing was eating dinner at home. I walked towards the seat that was empty and had a plate of food in front of it. The lady was standing next to the chair and once I got to the seat, she pulled out the chair and after I sat in it, she pushed the chair back in.

        I couldn't quite tell what I was about to eat, but it actually looked very delicious! "What is the name of this food?" I questioned the two of them. I'm pretty sure that if I had this food before, it would be part of my basic memory of what the name is, so clearly I've never had it before. 

        "Eggs In a Basket," my Father answered.

        "You've seen it on a movie before and have always wanted to try it ever since," my Mom added on.

        "What movie?" I questioned. 

        "V For Vendetta," my Dad answered. I could see why I've always wanted to try it; it was an egg cooked on a piece of buttered toast. I probably have the movie in my bedroom. I'll watch it after dinner. "For dessert we're having fruit shish kebabs dipped into chocolate syrup," my Father told us.