2: One Hundred Twenty-one Words

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"Are you sure his name is Four?" Melissa, my sister, asked me about one hundred times already.

Nodding my head, "Yes I'm sure. I heard him say his name, loud and clear." I snapped.

"Are you sure his not from divergent?" She bluntly says. I decided to ignore her and continue to search in the crowd.

Melissa gasped from behind me. "Maybe we're in a Movie-or something!" She started to turn her head in every way.

Weirdo.

"Your weird. That'll never happen," I mumbled.

She stood beside me and shook her head. "Tsk tsk. That's the thing, you don't know anything about life, sis."

"And you haven't even watched the movie, you only saw the trailer. Bad sis!" She adds.

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