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Not so different: Divergent Seqeul

My name is Emily Grace Eaton. I am 17 years old and live with my younger sister, McKenzie Rose, and my father, Four. Yes, the singer. I try not to tell people though. We live in Boston, Massachusetts. My mother, Tris Prior Eaton, died when I was 14. o haven't left the house since then. I have no friends at all. The only people I talk to are my aunts, Christina, Shauna, and Marlene, and uncles, Will, Zeke, and Uriah. I have to video chat them though, because they are all the way back in Chicago. You might have thought that I am the most popular girl with all the boys drooling over her, because of her daddy. Well I'm not. I'm daddy's little girl, with no friends except dauntless cake, and I'm pretty sure no guy has ever lied eyes on me. I'm not pretty. I have jet black curly hair, deep blue eyes like my daddy, and daddy says I am only a few inches taller than my mother was. That means that I am not that tall, but not that short either. As for my sister, she is 11 and can pass as my age. I don't get how though, she just does. She is 6 inches shorter than me. Maybe because she uses makeup ans the way she acts around other people? I don't know. As for my dad, he could pass as a 5 year old stuck in a 34 year old body. Most if the time we mess with each other. Pull pranks and fight a little. I know all of his tricks though because he was the one who taught me to fight. Not a smart move.

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I am sitting on the couch in my pajamas. Daddy walks into the room and looks at me. "Can I help you?" I ask.

"Why don't you go for a walk or something. I hate to see you stay in the house all the time."

"I don't know where I would go on a walk. Plus it would be boring I don't know anyone."

"You could have known people if you started going outside 4 years ago." We have this conversation everyday. Nothing changes.

"Yes, but that didn't happen. That's the past. I'm living in the now and this is it." I tell him gesturing around.

"No, your living in the past. Your mother would want you to have friends and be social." This just took a turn we have never taken. He hasn't talked about my mother to me that way before. I stare at him in shock. "Come on Em. You knew that. She wanted you to stay string for McKenzie. Now its McKenzie who is staying strong for you."

"Fine." I say getting up and walking towards the stairs. "You want me to take a walk. I'll take a walk. Not like I have healing stitches or anything." I say the last part to myself. I go in my room and get jeggings and a dark gray arch bay sweater. I put on a black beanie hand take my dad's DC hi top black and white sneakers. They are a little to big, but I like them. I grab my phone, car keys, and money. I'm walking, but I take the keys for some reason. I go down the elevator and into the lobby. The girl at the front desk sees me and smiles. I walk up to her.

"Emily, I haven't seen you in a while."

"That's because I haven't left my house in 3 years. Do you know any good places to get breakfast or something?"

"Well, this is Boston, so Dunkin' Donuts. Its right down the street from here. And there are some cute boys that work there." She says smirk. I roll my eyes and laugh a little. I walk out and go in the direction she told me to. Weird, she knows my name, but I don't know hers. It is snowing a little and one of daddy's songs comes to mind. The A Team. I sing it in my head as I walk. When I get there I see a group of kids, about my age, outside thinking they are cool. I walk in and order an ice coffee. I don't care that I am cold, I want coffee and hot coffee is gross to me. I pay and sit down at one of the tables. I go on my phone. I go onto instagram and sign into my moms. I now post stuff about us as memories. She was popular and still is. Everyone knows she is gone. It was on the news for 2 weeks straight. We had a funeral, but we didn't have her body there for some weird reason. I look through the notifications and go back on my instagram. No one knows who my parents are because we don't talk about it. I look through it and go on Facebook and other things like that. I look up and see the group that was once outside is now inside and looking at me and whispering. Great. I just stare at them and make it obvious. I over hear a bleach blonde chick, that looks like Barbie talking to a boy who is looking in the other direction of me.