Burying the Scars (A Divergent High Fanfiction)

Standing Up

Tris Pov

Morning finally rolls around and I'm forced to get out of bed, to get ready for school. The thought of school and bullies is just too overwhelming that I don't bother eating anything for breakfast. I do my daily routine, with one less arm because I still have a sling on my left one (thank goodness I'm right handed.)

Being the new girl sucks, to put it into perspective. Moving made nothing better, if not worse. Having to face bullies, a childhood best friend, and a new environment isn't a combination you want to have. You would think a fresh new start is something to look forward to, but my fresh start is just a ball rolling downhill that won't be stopped.

I get ready, say bye to Caleb and dreadfully go to school where everyone seems to hate me. Since Caleb is only in town for a few more days before having to go back to college to continue earning his architectural engineering degree, I want to spend as much time as I can with him.

As I walk in, I hear the constant words of 'Hey freak!' 'How's your terrible life?!'

Obviously I just ignore them but deep down it starts to eat away at what little self esteem I had. No friends, a sucky family, and a terrible life. Great. To top this all off, I have to meet Peter after school to finish this stupid English project.

The day rolls by pretty slow, because of my encounters with bullies every single period. And surprisingly, Four tries talking to me.

"Tris."

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry about blowing up at the coffee shop." Four's voice sounds completely genuine.

"It's okay, I'm used to it anyway."

"But you shouldn't be. No one should have to be used to constantly being bullied."

"And you shouldn't have to be used to being beat up every time Marcus comes home drunk, Four."

"Can we not talk about this here, why don't we go for a walk or something?"

"I wish I could, but I have to meet Peter to finish this English project at the library."

"You what? What if he just bullies you again or beats you up?!" Four exclaims.

"I'll be fine, the library is a public setting anyway." Even though the library is a public setting, I'm not all confident that he won't beat me up.

"I can wait for you then. We'll go take a walk after you meet up with Peter or something."

"No. I'll ask Caleb to pick me up and we can go on that walk some other time." Luckily, Four gives in and I make my way to the library.

On the way there, I call Caleb to ask him to pick me up at the library in an hour. I'm not really sure what's going to end up happening so I walk into the library only to find no Peter, and no open tables for me to wait at. Visibly sighing, I wait for a table to open up. Fifteen minutes of standing and waiting later, a table opens up and Peter still isn't here. As I dreadfully wait for Peter's arrival, I rest my sprained arm on the table and go over my part of the project. What I would assume be two minutes later, Peter shows up, slams his work straight down on my sprained arm, and wishes me good luck with the rest of the project. Trying to hide my scream, I disguise it with a fit of coughs and hurriedly clean up everything to wait for Caleb. Thankfully the majority of this English project is done and all I have to do is paste everything onto a trifold poster board.

Sitting down on the steps to the library, I put my head in my hands and just contemplate life. How it sucks, how we will all just eventually die, and how much life continues to plot against me. Thoroughly thinking about all of this, I don't even realize Caleb coming up and sitting next to me. I rest my forehead on his shoulder and just silently cry. To make things worse, Christina and her group of friends see me and start yelling profanities at me. Caleb finally decides that enough is enough and stands up for me.

"You know what? Why don't you guys go to wherever you're going instead of bullying someone that has never laid a single finger on you, never laid her eyes on you, and is completely innocent of all accounts alone! Surely you all have something better to do than to pick on a classmate that is no less of a human being than you guys are! If anything, you are the ones that need help with your lives if you need to bully someone just to raise your own self esteem and for your own entertainment."

"Wow. Well your little lecture doesn't mean a thing. All she is is an ugly, fat--" Zekes voice gets cut off.

"Stop! Even though you're my brother/friends and I love you, he's right. You need to stop bullying someone that you think of less class or of less social status than you because many, many people fall into depression, cut, and go as far as suicide because of people that act like you. Do you really want to be responsible of a possible death?!" Uriah, if I remember correctly was the one defending me.

As much as I appreciate Caleb and Uriah for doing what they did, witnessing this was just too much for me at one time so I get up and walk away. Caleb follows suit and everyone else stays where they are and is quiet.

"I don't know how much of this I can handle anymore, Caleb." I say through tears.

"You don't have to handle this anymore Tris. I'm sure what I said and what that other guy said gave them a wake up call and will leave you alone. And, have you made up with Tobias? When I leave go back to college I want to make sure that you have at least one friend that cares..."

"There's still Peter and his friends that still hate me. Hopefully you're right about Uriah's friends-- he was the one that stood up for me too. And I'm not really sure where Tobias and I stand right now because he apologized, but I haven't apologized yet and he wants to go on a walk or something so we can talk more."

"You should go on that walk."

"Why?"

"Because when I'm gone Tobias is going to be that one person that I know still cares about you. I saw how you two were best friends when you were both younger. Nothing tore you apart, and I stupid little argument didn't mess up your friendship at all. So I say you two make up before you may fall into another depression because I won't be here to help you."

"You're right. I should stop holding this grudge and make up. I'll talk to him at school tomorrow."

Caleb and I make our way back to the library and go home, where I instantly fall asleep after the long and tiring day.

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