Miranda picked at her food. Her curly black hair goes in different directions, making it look wild.
"What's wrong?" I asked, ripping bits of my pancake and throwing them to the side. "You look tired."
She sighs, pushing her plate away. "I am. I'm ranked last between the transfers and the Dauntless born. And stage one is over in three days. I'm going to get cut off."
"Don't say that. You just have to practice more-"
But she just shakes her head and cuts me off. "No, I've already practiced, and I'm not getting any better. I just have to face that I'm going to be factionless."
"Miranda, if anyone's going to be factionless, its me. You are not, under any circumstances going to be factionless. I promise." I had my doubts on that, but it felt like the right thing to say. So I just kind of went with it.
"Well, I believe we should test that theory." Said Miranda, but she didn't meet my gaze.
"You'll see. By Friday, you'll be ranked at least ten." My voice had a weird perk to it, proving my Aptitude for Amity to be right. Well, at this moment.
I don't really understand how I got Amity. In the Aptitude test, there was a man beating a woman, and I could've either grabbed a gun, or just stand there. But, I didn't grab the gun, nor did I just stand there. I walked up to the man, and kind of tapped his shoulder. As soon as my finger came in contact with him, the man seemed to freeze. For a moment, I was shocked, but then I helped the woman stand and told her I knew the man. Which ruled out Candor. And I guess by risking my life by walking towards him with no weapon gave me Dauntless. And not grabbing the weapon gave me Amity. And helping the woman, gifted me with selflessness.
Or that's what I think.
"I might as well be dead; that's better then being Factionless." Miranda said quietly. "I'm going to go back to the training room. Goodbye. And thanks. For everything." She gives me a small smile and stood up. But the smile seemed forced, and I had a bad feeling in my stomach.
It instantly disappeared from my mind but still lingered as Nat sat down, across from me, taking Miranda's place. "Guess what!" she squealed.
I gave a smile. "What?"
"Okay, brace yourself. Are you ready? Okay. Damien and Chelsea got into it last night!"
My jaw dropped. Those two never fought. Disagreed, yes. Argued, absolutely. But it was usually a big deal. Mostly stupid, unnecessary things. And even Nat didn't care about any of those arguments. So it's a shock for her to spread the gossip.
"Wait, how is that good?" I asked confused, taking a sip of my water.
"Because that means you have a shot with my brother." Nat replied. My water sprayed all over her, and her face scrunched up in disgust. Guilty, but still satisfied, I handed her a napkin. It was hard not to laugh.
"Why would you want me to date your brother?"
"I can't believe I suggested it too, but you guys seemed to have a connection. I don't know how to explain it. Is that a bruise on your neck?" She pointed to the marks on my throat. I forgot to cover them up.
"No, it's nothing," I tried to look eager so she'll won't get suspicious. "What connection? We aren't friends."
"Ahh, but I see the way he looks at you. And even though I hate to admit it, all girls want him. For his looks. But you seem to not care. So I think you don't know him that much to actually like him. Which basically means that you're more into personality then looks." She wiped the last of my spit off her cheek, setting the napkin aside. Nat had a mischievous smile on her face, causing me to be concerned.
So I ask, "What are you implying?"
But she doesn't say anything and stands up. "I have to go, my break is over. Oh, and the twins were in the Pit. I hope it's okay, but I used my points to get them some candy-"
"Wait, why aren't the twins in school?" My voice sounds alarming.
"They let the kids out early. Something about a-" Nat tried to explained, but I was already running out the cafeteria. People jumped out of the way, scolding me as I bumped into them. My legs burned, but I pushed on.
My apartment was right around the corner, but as I turned it, I ran into someone, and fell on the ground. I grunted, trying to stand up. "Gosh freak! Can you watch where you're going?"
Chelsea stared down at me (more like glared) but I stood up, reaching my hand out to grab something, but instead, another hand grabbed mine. "Are you okay, Alyssa?" Damien asked, pulling me up. I nodded.
"Leave her be. She's fine." Chelsea spoke. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand from Damien's.
And even though I know it's pathetic, I bumped her shoulder and sprinted toward my apartment. I pushed open the door. "Brian! Emily!" I frantically screamed, running to their rooms. They weren't there, and I ran into my room. "Emily?" I looked under my bed and when I couldn't find her, I ran straight into Peter's room, much to his dismay. "Peter!"
He wasn't there, either. "Damn it!" I hit my palm against the door, running out the apartment.
"Is everything okay?" Damien stood outside the door, and I ran a hand through my hair. Chelsea wasn't there, which I concluded she left.
"I cant find my brother and sister. The school let the kids out early, and I can't find them." I gasp.
"Well they're probably running around being kids."
"No. Nat said she saw them in the Pit." Salt stung my eyes. "They wouldn't do this. This isn't like them."
"Well, calm down, maybe they're just playing around. I can check the Pit." Damien reassured, but I was still worried.
"Yeah." Surprisingly, I didn't refuse the help. Damien ran in the opposite direction as me. He went to the Pit, but I went to the last person I want to see.
Peter.
(A/N) Hi!
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1. Why is Miranda acting depressed, and what do you think she's going to do?
2. What happened to the twins?
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-Julissa