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Apr 06, 2014 05:10AM
"Ahh. Got it." He said, not getting it at all. 'I didn't know people in Dauntless actually read.' He thought to himself. 'Oh well. And get that confused look off your face! You don't look intelligent with it on!' With swiftness, he took the confused look that had settled without his knowledge off his face. "So. What was it like? In Dauntless?"
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((Yeah. But my writing style is different. I use ' ' I use italics for like emphasis on a word.))
"Reckless..." He trailed off. He could believe that the Dauntless were reckless. And like she said, jumping off if trains every day. The poor peoples. They probably were not able to carry a book while they jumped.
"Reckless..." He trailed off. He could believe that the Dauntless were reckless. And like she said, jumping off if trains every day. The poor peoples. They probably were not able to carry a book while they jumped.
Branden nearly laughed at the memory. "Honest. Too honest. I come in carrying a book and everyone says I look ridiculous and I look like someone from Erudite. I get why everyone calls it the Merciless Mart."
"Yeah..." He trailed off. He had no idea what else to say. It was a little awkward...
Branden nodded his head enthusiastically. "Of course I did. I finish things the same day I get them. Did you finish?"
"I did sixteen pages." He started sweating. What if sixteen pages wasn't enough? What if he became factionless because he didn't know how to write a long essay? The thought sent a shudder down his spine.
"Shoot." He muttered. He then pulled out a pad of paper and began writing more to his essay. There was no way that he was going to write less than twenty five now.
"No. I just don't want to have less." He muttered as he viciously wrote.
"I've been doing essay writes my whole life. Secretly of course. But I know what I'm doing. And the end cant match the beginning. It's only logical. You cant rewrite the beginning paragraph.
He shot a smile at her. "Thank goodness for keyboards then." He continued to allow his hand to fly across the page.
Branden rolled his eyes. "Do you mind? It's a little bothersome when you are trying to stop me from writing more."
"Done." He said. Branden read through it. Everything looked perfect. Absolutely perfect. He knew how to add on and it was one of the things he was good at. "Now if you don't mind, I will me right back. I have to go type this up." He stood up for his seat and started towards the door.
He poked his head back in. "You're a little lonely. You're welcome to come with." He offered.
((Library.))
"Pretty fast." He answered in reply. His pace quickened. Branden had no intensions of being lat to initiation, but he wanted to type this up.
"Pretty fast." He answered in reply. His pace quickened. Branden had no intensions of being lat to initiation, but he wanted to type this up.
Branden took up the desk behind Bekah and opened his book. He started reading about the wonders of genetic mutations.
((I'm sorry.))
"You okay?" He asked, sensing her tension.
"You okay?" He asked, sensing her tension.
River glanced over at Branden. He seemed a little... obsessive to him. River had been eavesdropping when they had been discussing the length of essays, and he wondering how on Earth somebody could even consider adding more to a sixteen-page essay... He looked down at his desk, feeling self-satisfied, in some weird, backwards way, that he had only written two pages.
((Yeah...))
"Okay." He said, not totally believing her. His attention turned back to his book and he continued reading.
"Okay." He said, not totally believing her. His attention turned back to his book and he continued reading.
River raised his eyebrows back, nodding to Branden.
Branden nodded. "So far. So good."
Branden didn't notice the other boy's nod. He was too busy reading his book full of facts and awesomeness.
"So... What's up?" River asked, hoping to break the tension spreading heavily throughout the room.
Branden nodded slowly in agreement. He want paying too much attention to River and Bekah.
Branden jumped at the noise. "What was that?" He demanded. His eyes looked wildly around for the source of the noise.
Branden returned to his own book, not caring. There was no point in caring about some one dropping their book. That was their problem, not his.
Branden continued to scan his book. His mind was taking in every drop if information.
Branden looked up from his book at her. 'Glasses? I hope those aren't fake. Too many people here wear glasses to look smarter.'
((Wha? He didnt say anything.))
River watched them, wondering whether he should get himself a pair of fake glasses just to annoy them.
River laughed. "Whenever I look at somebody wearing glasses, they either look away, or they take them off!" he commented.
Branden couldn't help but laugh. His hand flew up to his mouth quickly, but his laugh still escaped.
Bekah's glare only made Branden's laugh harder. He didn't know why, but it was just funny.
"I'm sorry." He said, gasping for breath. He calmed himself down and returned to his book.
His eyes read every word carefully. As if each individual word was the key to saving the world
((Sorry. I have to go now. I wont be on for a few hours.))
Well, now that he'd seen her reaction, River felt really bad about teasing Bekah about her glasses. "Well, I think you look pretty with them on," he said politely.
"You're welcome," he replied quickly. It felt weird to be polite...((Okay! :) ))
"No, not at all... This is a very strange sensation..." River admitted, wrinkling his nose.
"Oh, good!" River exclaimed, "I now have an excuse not to use it!"
"You should still at least try to be polite, maybe." Branden whispered, his voice was barely audible.
"Nothing." He raised his voice and shook his head.
"Okay," River shrugged, "If it turns out that it was something, just let me know."
"Wha?" Branden asked, turning his attention to Bekah.
PURE CHAOS wrote: "((Holy cow... I am not willing to read this conversation, so I'll say Catron fell asleep...))"((LOL! Yes, just do that.))
Xander looked up at the three. He had been sitting behind Bekah for a while now but hadn't really payed attention to them.
