Okay! First order of business!
1) I have a Spanish Final later this week.
2) I am graduating eighth grade next Tuesday!
3) I do not own Divergent. :(
Ten
V.
I heard the screen door slam close, and saw the flash of my daughter's blonde hair race up the stairs. She's angry. That is what she does when she gets angry- she runs from the problem.
I actually like the idea that she has- to run away from your problems. If life worked that way- if everything was alright with the world- then that idea would work. But that is not how the world works.
"What happened?" I asked Tobias as he came in.
"She yelled at me."
"And why did she yell at you, may I ask?" I questioned, with my eyebrow arched upwards.
"She said that I can't protect her from boys if I haven't been in her life for thirteen years."
"What boy?" I frowned.
"Oh, James Jordan." said Dlyan as he came in.
"That kid who was your lab partner for the volcano project?"
"Yeah."
"He's a nice boy." I said aloud.
Dylan nodded, but also said, "It must be her time of the month."
"If Emma heard you say that," Tobias began. "then I would run for your life."
Okay, this is really short... Sorry...
