I woke up in the middle of the night. The taping on my window continued. I got out of bed and silently walked to it.

There were two blue eyes watching me from outside. I silently slide the window open and glanced down.

"Hudson?" I blinked, my eyes adjusting from a dream. Not the Dream of course.

"Good morning Rain." he said, pulling himself up and swinging his legs over the windowsill and into my room.

"What are you doing? It's one in the morning!" I yawned, forgetting how to correctly respond.

"I know. But I missed you." he pleaded.

"You know this is illegal right? You're putting both of us in danger." I hissed, glancing at my door to make sure my parents weren't there.

"Yeah, yeah I know." He yawned. "But I missed you."

I rolled my eyes. "You've got to be kidding me Hudd. What time is it?"

"One." he replied, checking his watch. "And you just told me the time when you were whisper yelling."

"That's too early." I said. "Wake me up when the sun does." I ignored his last sentence.

"Rain let's go for a walk." he suggested. "Please?"

"Fine." I grunted, pulling on a sweatshirt.

We crawled through my other window and hopped down from the second floor and silently went around the side of my house. About twenty yards from my back door was the woods. We raced and Hudson soon disappeared from my sight, taking longs leaps to keep ahead of me. After a while I couldn't hear his footsteps pounding the ground.

"Hudd? I whispered into the inky black. His arms dropped down from a tree and grabbed mine, interlocking fingers and pulling me up. His powerful arms yanked my into the air and into the tree. I sat wedged between him and the rough pine bark. Boughs brushed against us in the wind.

"You scared me! Don't do that Hudd!" I frowned, pulling my hair back to keep it from flying in my face.

He laughed and put his arm around me. I could tell he had on jeans and a cotton tee shirt, but I couldn't tell what color it was in the darkness. Probably orange.

"You are so childish," I laughed with him.

"Can I ask you something?" Be said after a few minites, his voice was quiet and sincere.

I nodded.

"What if it isn't me? What if it's someone else?" his voice quivered.

"Then I'll be happy for you." I said simply. "And you'll be happy for me. Promise?" I asked after a beat.

"Promise." he responded.

He leaned in to kiss me, but I pushed him away so that only our foreheads touched. I could see his eyes clearly now.

"Hudd... we can't." I tried to explain.

"Why not?" his eyes searched mine. Those eyes again. The only ones I could see.

"They'll take us away Hudd. Its illegal. They'll... they'll..." I trailed off, words from the morning creed echoing in my brain.

We believe in punishment of those who cannot follow our rules...

Hudson slipped off the tree, pulling me with him and leaving my thoughts stuck in the pine, laced in the needles. Our feet thudded on the cold floor of the forest. We walked back in silence.

"Goodbye Rain," he smiled.

"Hudson, go already. I'll see you in less than three hours!"

"But that's so far away!" he whined.

"Goodnight Hudd." I said, pushing him slightly. He smiled at me then climbed down, walking back to his own house in the bleary darkness.

I was distracted all morning. It took me almost twice as long to walk to school. I just barely made it to class.

I hadn't been assigned a career yet. No one had. We were still testing for it.

"Steady..." came the instructors voice. "Three... Two... One... Release."

The bow string snapped against my arm and I yelped in pain. No one came to look at it or help, which was fine. I didn't want my friends getting in trouble. I did see Hudson glance up from a few boots away, a look of concern plastered on his face.

My arrow had stuck in the ground yards from the target - the fletching blowing in the breeze. I groaned seeing Lukkas' had hit almost head-on.

"How do you do that?" I asked, incredulous, running my fingers through my hair.

"Practice," he shrugged.

"You're not allowed to own weapons though." I said, confused.

"My dad is a higher up. Special privilages that he lets me use."

"Nice dad." He didn't respond.

I notched another arrow and yanked the string of the compound bow back.

"Pull it back farther." Lukkas said, right before I let go. I stopped my self and released tension before my arrow was able to shoot off.

"Okay."

I pulled the string back, carefully placing two fingers on either side of my arrow. The red flethcing brushed my finger lightly. I pulled back almost two inches farther. When I released, it stuck in the target, at the very top.

"Thanks Lukkas." I said.

"Anytime," he said, another arrow piercing the bullseye.

"Show off," I muttered.

"Calm down. Maybe one day you'll have something to 'show off' too." He teased.

"Lukkas and Rain, less talking more bullseyes!" yelled our instructor.

Lunch was normal, for the most part. No one was Matched. Rose sat with us again. Hudson sat next to me, with Ally on my right.

"Hey Ally," Hudson started. "You turn seventeen next week right?"

"Yep," she said.

"Guess your Dream is coming soon then." Quinn said to tease her.

"Yeah. I hope so." She didn't acknowledge his joke.

We all nodded awkwardly.

"Who do you think you'll be with?" Hudson asked.

Everyone's head shot up.

"Hudson!" exclaimed Ally. "You can't say things like that!" She glanced around making sure no one was listening.

"Why?" he said frustrated.

"Because! You'll get an Infraction!" she hissed under her breath.

"Do any of us know what an Infraction is even like?" he responded, exasperated. "I bet it's not even that bad." He crossed his arms, scowling. Childish.

"You're wrong." Everyone turned their head to Lukkas. Lukkas' voice was steady and he hadn't looked up from his food. "It's bad. People don't come back from Infractions if they get too frequent. Or if they're serious enough. Like pda with some who isn't your soulmate." his eyes flicked up, meeting Hudson's, then glancing down. "My dad has... shown me. He's shown me what happens to them. If you know what's best you won't take chances like that again." He picked up his lunch tray and stormed out of the cafeteria, bits of food falling off as he went.

We all stared, flabbergasted. Lukkas was the funny guy, not the serious one. Hudson was supposed to be the dark mysterious guy. Whatever happened during an Infraction must be something awful to make him contrast personality that much.

Thoughts raced through my head.
How did he find out?
Was he going to tell anyone?
Why was he so upset?
I pushed away all the questions and continued eating.

I'm not absent minded. No really I'm not. I just get distracted that's all. And speaking of getting distracted, there is actually a high chance that I do have a Attention Deficit disorder like ADD or ADHD. More likely ADHD though.

First off it starts with simple genetics. My dad has the ADHD gene and displays those traits. Mum mom doesn't display those traits (we shall get to that later). That means I have 25% chance of having full on ADHD, an 25% chance of having the gene with traits, and a 50% chance of not being affected at all. Now you may be thinking, those aren't good odds.

But thats were it gets complicated. With it being said that my mom most likely does not have the ADHD gene, it is possible. First we have to know a little history though. I promise non of these terms will make sense to anyone who doesn't previously know about this, so don't worry.

It's very common that Gifted children, of GT students, are 2e. 2e stands for twice exceptional which doesn't really make sense. Aside from the point. People very commonly mistaked ADHD and Bitterness for each other. This happened because being Gifted and not having any extra work or a special program lead to displaying ADHD like traits, such as inability to focus, extreme boredom, daydreaming, ranting conversation, and excelled vocabulary. Another big one is problem with authority.

Since people were so concerned with deciding which student was in which catagory, they completely ruled out the possibility of being both, or 2e.

Once this 2e was establiahed, things became easier to distinguish with tests and placement. With this also came a noticed factor. It was and still is extremely common that Gifted children are 2e.

Since this is so common, the likelihood of me being 2e is extreme without genetics playing a role. With genetics, we have the added probability of my mom having the gene.

You have probably stopped reading by now and that is okay. I would have too. But I really do want to talk about the importance of how hard it is to live with these things.

I know a lot of people who are 2e. In this group I comonly notice that they have a lot of trouble making friends. I usually only have a few people over at a time. In the past two years, the most people my age that have been over is three. And that only happened once.

I'd I'm counting correctly, six people have ever been in my house in those two years, and it was extremely rare.

Now, with that being said, I do realize that this sounds exaggerated. I have eight close friends, in those two years. When O say close friends, I mean people that I try to annoy as much as possible. (If you are reading this and know me in real life, don't worry, you're part of that eight.) Eight may sounds like a lot, but in actuality, it isn't. I hardly talk to anyone besides these people. Fun fun.

Knowing that I will most likely delete this I wonder why I even am still writing. I didn't expect anyone to read this far anyways, so maybe it doesn't matter.

Who knows.