That morning...

I woke up with a huge headache. The first thing I see is my clock. 5:30. Which is exactly 1 hour before I'm supposed to wake up for school.

I groan and close my eyes again. I only slept 4 hours. I was supposed to be sleep at 11:00 PM, like I usually do, but Kath was begging and pleading for me to go to a party at her cousin's house. She didn't want to go alone and she doesn't really see her cousin that much. So she wanted to show her cousin that she wasn't a loner. Which she most definitely did NOT want her cousin to know.

Now that I think about it, she might want to show me off as a trophy she won. I can picture it already. "See, I DO have a friend. (So stop telling the family I'm a lonely weirdo)." The last part she'll say under her breath probably.

Unlike us, she said, her cousin was actually popular. She said Cameron was a semi-jock, semi-geek, semi-everything else. Which is like Kath, but Kath is a little...how do you say... different, I could say. She gets a little too much into everything. Which is why she's my best friend.

He is actually supposed to transfer to Watterson today. I'm kind of nervous, only because he is her cousin and if he hates me, I'm done. Her parents are okay with me but he's another teenager. A-most likely- basic teenager. Which is the kind of people I don't get along with. Not enough crazy to connect to.

Still, I want to meet him. He just seems like someone I would want to meet. Like a boy version of Kath. That sounds a lot more weird now that I think about that.

It will definitely be really weird and freaky.

TWO Kaths.

Double the weird.

W². I think.

.....I'm such a nerd.

Now I have to go to a party today, when I was supposed to study for Mr. Hartnell's test. All the sadness. His tests are super hard. I barely survived the last one. And I even studied for a week straight. And that's because he just told us a week before. One of these days I'm going to pass out from studying and never wake up. But I'll at least get to know how being in a coma feels like.

I glance at my clock again. 6:01. I groaned a little louder into my pillow. Even ranting in my head for half an hour makes me cranky. I decided I might as well get some reading done before I have to get ready for school.

When I turned onto my side, I saw The Giver with the pages scrawled on the floor. As I mentally scream, I reach over to pick it up. I hate it when books are like that, it hurts my soul. As I get ahold of it. I look around for my bookmark. A few weeks ago, I got this cool bookmark that says, 'Stop Reading Me!Go Read The Book. NOW!!!'. Kath made it for me, since she knows I always lose my bookmark. When I have the bookmark in hand, I place it beside me, so I won't lose it.

I sigh as I began reading on the last part I left off of.

What if others-adults-had, upon becoming Twelves, received in their instructions the same terrifying sentence? What if they had all been instructed: You may lie?

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