She was an unfortunate girl; never got what she wanted and was severely ignored by her terrible mother. Never complained, yet always got in trouble. However, she never let her mom’s harsh words and attitude get to her; for Tris always lived life to the fullest and really tried to fit in. No one understands her, but everyone knows her story. Her parents got married when they were young and had a perfect relationship. Thinking that they could perfectly handle a baby girl, they had Tris. But after many rough years of fighting about money for the baby, Tris’s father left. He just ran out the door, with no goodbyes, no warning, no hugs, nothing. From then on, her mother was left to deal with the unexpected debt and loans as well as help a newborn;
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Dylan hauled the rock at the metal bolt, breaking it in half and leaving an astronomic dent in the door. They rushed into the dust-filled factory and ventured around the dozens of filthy rooms. It was obvious no one had lived here for decades by the thick, musty odor and dust-caked furniture in the foyers and rooms. Pollution and the acid smell filled the loosely hung cloud-filled sky. Complete desolation was defined by this place. Untouched by people, yet destroyed by the weather for hundreds of years. They were all alone, yet sensing company right under their noses. “Hello?! Help me!!!!!” Cried a voice from a room a couple feet from where Tris and Dylan were investigating. They sprinted to where they guessed that the shriek came from and studied the room for any possible sign of life. There it was, Mikey, stuck under a heavy, iron machine in the back room of the factory. His weak head poked out from the edge of the enormous machine and he looked as though he was in severe pain. A pool of dark, thin blood covered the concrete flooring underneath Mikey. Dylan’s face began to get woozy and she felt as though she was going to throw …show more content…
Dylan helped up Mikey from his hospital bed on the floor and tried to carry him to a more secure zone. Mikey winced from the horrid pain in his lower body and could barely walk or even move for that matter. Dylan forced Tris to take over the job of a crutch, for she couldn’t stand the thought that a giant, bloody wound was only a few feet away from her. As the three children were leaving the tortuous factory, they heard a low toned chuckle coming from a corner of the main room. Dylan and Tris stopped short in their tracks and immediately wanted to investigate who else was in their presence. They sat Mikey down on an old, yet sturdy wooden chair in the main room and crept around the walls to search for the strange person that had laughed before. The two teen investigators tip-toed around the main room of the colossal, creepy factory to try and find the mysterious person. A blaring rattle came from another hidden room directly off of the main room and the girls pounced on the chance to catch this person. They hopped right into the guilty room holding a man that was crouched behind a dusty, heavily used bed. “Get up! Who are you?” Screamed Tris with extreme
Dylan hauled the rock at the metal bolt, breaking it in half and leaving an astronomic dent in the door. They rushed into the dust-filled factory and ventured around the dozens of filthy rooms. It was obvious no one had lived here for decades by the thick, musty odor and dust-caked furniture in the foyers and rooms. Pollution and the acid smell filled the loosely hung cloud-filled sky. Complete desolation was defined by this place. Untouched by people, yet destroyed by the weather for hundreds of years. They were all alone, yet sensing company right under their noses. “Hello?! Help me!!!!!” Cried a voice from a room a couple feet from where Tris and Dylan were investigating. They sprinted to where they guessed that the shriek came from and studied the room for any possible sign of life. There it was, Mikey, stuck under a heavy, iron machine in the back room of the factory. His weak head poked out from the edge of the enormous machine and he looked as though he was in severe pain. A pool of dark, thin blood covered the concrete flooring underneath Mikey. Dylan’s face began to get woozy and she felt as though she was going to throw …show more content…
Dylan helped up Mikey from his hospital bed on the floor and tried to carry him to a more secure zone. Mikey winced from the horrid pain in his lower body and could barely walk or even move for that matter. Dylan forced Tris to take over the job of a crutch, for she couldn’t stand the thought that a giant, bloody wound was only a few feet away from her. As the three children were leaving the tortuous factory, they heard a low toned chuckle coming from a corner of the main room. Dylan and Tris stopped short in their tracks and immediately wanted to investigate who else was in their presence. They sat Mikey down on an old, yet sturdy wooden chair in the main room and crept around the walls to search for the strange person that had laughed before. The two teen investigators tip-toed around the main room of the colossal, creepy factory to try and find the mysterious person. A blaring rattle came from another hidden room directly off of the main room and the girls pounced on the chance to catch this person. They hopped right into the guilty room holding a man that was crouched behind a dusty, heavily used bed. “Get up! Who are you?” Screamed Tris with extreme