Divergent High

Segment 39

~~~FLASHBACK~~~
The next day the video was online and spreading fast. It started off with Facebook, then Twitter, Instagram, Vine, Tumblr and then I couldn't keep count anymore. Of my few weeks of being the new me I had got to know many people, some very bad people. Those people were the ones that spread the video on.
Leighton saw the video but when I saw him at the café today he acted like he didn't care but I know he did. What is with boys and their ego?!
I was really hoping he would be mad so I could feel guilty but leaving the café, I only feel mad at him.
School was a disaster, as expected. Everyone made fun of me and put the video on repeat. Cooper apologised and I forgave him. It was my own stupidity.
Now I am going home to see my family. No doubt they have seenthe video too and I know what is coming next.
"And I got an A in maths and an A+ in Science!" Caleb beams when I walk into the kitchen. They all stop and stare at me.
"I don't even know where to begin." My father growls.
"Then don't." I take a glass and fill it with water to drink.
"I knew something was going on. The attitude changes, mood swings, failing school and fashion change. It all sums it up. You have been hanging out with new people and you fell into the peer pressure and you're drowning and can't get out!"
"We know what it's like dear. To want to be cool." My mother joins in calmly.
"Cool?!" I spit out the water. "This is who I am. I'm not the perfect Caleb. I'm the mistake in your lives remember?"
"You aren't a mistake Beatrice." My mother tries to say but I cut her off.
"Yes I am! That one time you accidently got pregnant was with me! I'm the mistake. The one that was never meant to happen. I was a nerd. I had no friends. I tried so hard to be Caleb and all I got was 'that's not good enough Beatrice'. You never believed in me and now I can be who I truly am." I yell.
"Who you truly are? Don't make up this shit Beatrice. You are a good kid. Don't ruin your life with alcohol and drugs. One day you will finish school and all of this will be over. You will wake up with nothing. No family, job, home and you won't have a life anymore!" My father yells back. His harsh words hurt me so bad that I start to cry. They really think I do drugs? Do they really think I am that much of a mistake?
"One day you will end up a homeless drugo on the streets with nothing. No money or house. You will only have drugs. You will steal and get arrested! I know people like that. That was the same with my uncle. He lost everything Beatrice. Continue with this bullshit and your life will end very very soon. You'll be alive but you won't really be living!" My father yowls and my mother slaps him across the face.
"What are you doing to her? You're going to make her hate us! She will probably run off again or get hurt!" My mother yells at my father.
"How dare you?! Both of you! I hate you! You hear me? I hate you both more than anything. I hate how fucking rich and spoilt you are. I hate how perfect you are! I hate you!" I cry and run out of the house.