Four's Point of View
Today is the day that we play our practiced pieces. Tris is up first. She gets into the music right at the start with vibrato like no other person I've ever seen. Her outfit matches the piece she is playing too. She wears a cream lace tank top with light blue jeans and cream flats. Long locks of blond hair fall around her mid-back in curls. Elegance is defined in the way she has styled herself. In a way I find myself forgetting what she did to my social status but she can't be forgiven. And yet there is a spot in my heart that allows forgiveness and she is somewhere in there, maybe even in the loving part of me.
"Four." The teacher calls.
I break out of my resevere and focus back on reality. I walk up to the front and start playing.
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Divergent High
FanfictionEvery writer had that one cliché about their OTP. This story will be about Tris and Four, along with their friends, in high school. Four is the bad boy who has been abused by his father ever since he was little. Tris is a newbie who has two loving p...
