Strength

Chapter Seven: Memories

Anonymous's POV

Papers were thrown at each other as a game that young children loved, dauntless children that is.

The amity sit by the window fantasying over the fall leave that blow off the trees from the autumn wind.

The erudite surround the chalk board writing down complicated subtraction and addition problems and even some multiplication problems for those who could understand the meaning of the 'x'.

The candor argue over whether a red dog is better than a monkey who is friends with a man in a yellow suit is better than the other.

The abnegation clean up the mess of paper wads from the dauntless kids.

I pick up a wrinkle ball of paper and place it into my small Palm along with a thumb tack and a broken green crayon.

"Move out of the way stiff!" A young boy shouts pushing me causing me to lose my balance and attempt to catch a deal from keeping me from falling.

As soon as my hand hits the wood surface a pinch shoots through my hand.

My eyes begin to water as I turn my palm over and see the red thumbtack embedded into my palm.

Laughter erupts from a group of Dauntless as my tear slips down my cheek like rain on a window during a small shower.

"Stop it all of you!" A voice shouts causing the room to go from laughter to hush whispers.

A Hand takes mine and pulls it closer to him. He grips onto the thumbtack with his index finger and thumb. "This is going to hurt okay?" His voice says. I look up and see two dark brown eyes.

"Okay." My small voice squeaks.

Soon the thumbtack is pulled out of my hand and a small dot of red surfaces On top of my skin. He pulls something out of his pocket,unwraps it, and sticks the bandaid to my small puncture.

"Th-thank you." I say, voice trembling.

"Your welcome." He says lets go of my small hand and goes back to his group of people dressed in white and black.

"You don't care anymore."

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"Hey nose!" Someone shouts and pushes me from the small lunch table to the ground. "That's our seat!"

Soon my small brown bag with my half eaten stale sandwich is on the ground next to me along with my small apple juice I haven't opened. I'm tired of this. I scramble to my feet and run out before the tears start falling down my cheeks. My blonde hair falling from the pulled back practically perfect bun.

I sit down in the empty hallway and break down crying.

"Hey what's...what's wrong?" A voice ask and soon someone is crouching next to me.

"I hate being treated the way I am!" I shout while taking a sharp breath of air.

"Hey hey hey easy take it easy." He says setting a hand on my shoulder.

"I hate you people." I grumble and he tenses. "Hate is a strong word for such a small world. How about a more smaller word with less meaning nose?"

"You don't want to help anymore."

*****

"Hey you!" I giggle setting a Hand on the white jacket to a boy with brown hair and brown eyes.

"Oh dear god." He mumbles and turns to face me.

"Your a candor boy!" I shout giggling patting his hair not minding the greasiness to it.

He laughs a little. "I'm so done with you."

"You don't laugh or smile anymore."

"Neither do I...I don't think I'll ever laugh or smile again."