Chapter 1

Three years ago I gave in to cliché things. Two years ago my heart was broken. One year ago I changed. I have learned from my mistakes and am ready to take on life as a new person.

But just because I changed doesn't mean that I hate every cliché thing in the world; It doesn't mean that I don't want to throw something every time I see a happy couple; It doesn't mean that thinking back to 10th grade hurts.

It was cliché and I loved every moment of it. But it had a painful death and I feel like a fool. I should have stuck to my own advice: nothing good comes out of anything cliché or typical.

My one solution to this pain caused by thinking of 10th grade is working. It helps keep my mind from straying to 10th grade. This habit of working has turned me into Valedictorian. This was good news because writing a speech is another distraction. And all the negative possibilities that could come out of that speech is also a distraction, a scary one, but a distraction nonetheless.

I am walking up to the stage to give my speech. I look around and notice the beauty of my surroundings for the first time. I'm standing on a stage outside and all the trees are in full bloom. I look done into the audience and see many smiling faces staring back up at me.

I begin my speech:
"Hello. I am here today to share a speech that I was told to write. Isn't it funny how our society works? How people only a little older than ourselves can order us to do things like write speeches and we follow them? There is nothing that is stopping us from just screaming curse words at them but we control our behavior around them. We could do whatever we want, but instead we behave.

"Anyways, I was told to write a speech. The problem is, I had no clue what to write about. I know I should try and make it some sort of moving speech that makes everyone who hears it re-think their whole entire life, but the thing is: I'm not nearly clever enough to write an amazing speech. In fact, you'll be lucky if you get one thing worth quoting out of me.

"I know I should probably discuss some sort of moral that I learned in high school but, truthfully, I think that's sort of ridiculous. I mean, there are people and they are hired to teach a bunch of teenagers facts for four years and then a teenager who has proved to know the most facts is told to write a speech with a moral. Didn't you just teach us facts for four years? Why are we writing about morals? So, just because I think that that is stupid, I will write what I please. And what I want to write is facts.

"Fact: Penguins actually have knees. Fact: The deepest part of the ocean is 36,200 feet deep. Fact: The recorded for longest time without sleep is 11 days. Fact: If you eat a polar bear liver you will die. Fact: Dead people can get goosebumps. Fact: Honey does not spoil or grow moldy. Fact: When Ferrets are in a group it's called a business. Fact: Cleopatra lived in a time period that was closer to our modern day society than to when the pyramids were built.

"There are many fabulous facts that we learned throughout our years at Dauntless High. They are completely random but absolutely amazing. Guess how many facts I learned? At least a thousand, probably. Guess how many morals I learned? One, maybe two. Well, this is the end of my completely random speech. Here's the part when I quote somebody famous, but I won't. Farewell." I say then climb down off the stage. I hear people applauding but I couldn't really care less.

"Alexander, Lindsey!" The principal calls up. I tune everyone else's name until he gets to mine.
"Prior, Beatrice!" I walk up to the principal and grab my diploma. I mutter a polite thank you. He keeps calling names.
"Zerman, Alisha!" He calls the last name on his list. (AN: Just so y'all know I made up that awful last name)

"Will you all switch the tassel to the left side of your hat now." He says and we obey. Most of us throw our hats in the air while mine just sits on my head. Christina comes over to me.
"We're officially done high school! I don't know about you, but I'm ready for college!" She squeals. I laugh. She starts jumping up and down and I join her.

"Penn State, here I come!"

Boom! First chapter of Typical equals done! Before anyone asks, no I do not have any reasoning for choosing Penn State. That's all.

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QOTD: What college to you want to get into?

My answer: Yale. I don't know why but ever since I was little I wanted to go there. As you can tell, this means I am a very ambitious person.