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A/N: Hey everyone! In honor of Allegiant coming out recently, Robert M. and I decided to update this story! We are working on chapter 13, which will entail f12g94r being at the Choosing Ceremony! Please stay tuned, and thanks for reading! Please review!


Mommy Dearest

Chapter 12

Age 13

"F, do you ever want to have kids?"

"I can't. Mom had me injected with a purity serum that reversed all of my sexual organs, and I will never fall victim to the seduction of sexist, good-for-nothing men."

That was the day I first got kicked out of school.

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"f12g94r, what do you mean you got kicked out of school?" Since I was home at 10 o'clock in the morning and Mom had to miss her daily "zumba" meeting (whatever kind of technical meeting that was), she wasn't very pleased to see me. Likewise, I wasn't pleased to have been put in that situation, and I hung my head, ashamed of having let her down.

"I told my teacher what you told me: that I would never fall victim to the seduction of sexist, good-for-nothing men. When he stared at me and told me to apologize, I told them there was nothing to apologize for."

Sighing, Mom put a hand on her head and sat down, rubbing her temple. "f12g94r, you can't say things like that to people."

"Why? You say them to me."

"Yes, but that's different. You can't have the common folk hear you talk like that. Their petty little minds can't handle our superiority and our significance."

Indeed, Mom and I were very important people. Since we both had the highest IQs of any other Erudite in existence, we were bound to change the world. Mom had made marvelous strides with her fear simulation serums and was starting to break through with her aptitude test serums, and after I graduated from school and picked Erudite as my own faction, I would help her and we would crush Abnegation and dominate the world. It was as simple and brilliant as that.

"I think it's time we homeschooled you again. You just can't seem to fit in at the public sector."

"But Mom! I don't want to! You only just let me back in and I was excited to be with other kids!"

"Then maybe you should behave yourself."

She was right. Bowing my head, I sat down across from her at the kitchen table and folded my hands together before looking up at her. "I apologize to you, Mom, for letting you down. I'm nothing but a petty little girl with no proper regard for others' feelings, and I should have known better."

"Yes." Mom narrowed her eyes, as if waiting for me to say more, but when I continued to merely stare at her unflinchingly, she nodded her head. "Very well. I'll let you stay in school this once. If you ever get sent home again, though, I will have to take a personal hand in your punishment."

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"Unbelievable." It was the following morning, and there I was again – seated across from Mom at the kitchen table. This time I had been provoked by the science teacher (she tried to tell me that it was impossible that I was infertile, but after I explained to her what Mom had done and she called me a liar for proposing such a cock and bull story, I called her an ignorant witch and then she promptly kicked me out of the classroom).

"What did I tell you yesterday, f12g94r?"

"'If you ever get sent home again, though, I will have to take a personal hand in your punishment.'' I remembered everything she said exactly how she said it. Mom always said that a sharp mind made a powerful mind, and that was indeed what I had.

"No, no, before that."

"'Very well. I'll let you stay in school this once.""

"No, not literally, f12g94! What did I say about not telling things to people?"

"You didn't say much, really," I answered, going back into my archives. "You told me, 'f12g94r, you can't say things like that to people' after I said 'I told my teacher what you told me: that I would never fall victim to the seduction of sexist, good-for-nothing' –"

"You know what?" Mom interrupted, waving her arms and closing her eyes. She looked suddenly very old and very tired. "Stop. Just stop. I don't need a blow-by-blow account of our conversation yesterday."

"But that's what you asked me," I said, suddenly confused. Had I done something wrong? Wasn't I just applying all of the tips and strategies that she had ever taught me to make for the most efficient and impressive conversation?

"I know I did," said Mom slowly, her teeth showing in a very tense, unflattering way, "but right now, I think you need to stop talking."

I wanted to say something, but I stopped. She can clearly said she thought I needed to stop talking, so that I would do.

"Aren't you going to say anything?!" Mom was irritated again as I shook my head yet nodded at the same time, and I was just very, very confused.

"Go to your room," she finally ordered, getting up from the table.

As I walked up to my room, though, I heard something. Taking care not to move, I craned my head back toward the kitchen, and I heard the distinct sound of metal crushing ice and the twist of a bottle.

It was the MargaritaVille.