I Can't Hide The Fire Within (Divergent Fanfiction)

I Can't Hide The Fire Within Part 14

Hello! Here's the next part! I know it's been a while but to make up for it this is a long chapter!

"Sophie, you are coming over to my house tonight and I'm not accepting any excuses." Rosie stated cheerfully as she leant on my desk at the end of her shift.

My mind immediately went to my parents and how angry they would be at an impromptu dinner invitation. They loved order and Rosie demanding my presence at her house four hours before the event was definitely not the organised planning my parents desired. But I also knew that they wouldn't refuse. There was one thing that they cared about more than order and that was appearances. They had to appear like other easygoing amity faction members, so they would agree to it.

They also quite liked Rosie, so I knew that my parents would be less angry once they knew that it was her I was going to spend the evening with. They thought of her as the perfect amity girl and often told me to try and copy her. I used to be jealous of her and how my parents adored her even though I was their child, not her. But I later realised that it wasn't Rosie's fault, she was just being herself. She couldn't help it that she was the epitome of everything an amity girl should be and everything I tried to fake, that's just who she was.

"Um, Ok. I'll come around to yours later then." I told her uncertainly. I had a feeling I knew what this evening was going to be about and her next sentence confirmed my fears.

"We have some catching up to do."

I found myself distracted throughout the rest of my shift, not really focusing on anything. I ended up putting four staples in one piece of paper and only stopped because Tricia took the stapler away from me.

Zeke had left long before Rosie, having been seen quickly and sent away hours ago. But not without giving me a cheeky wink as he left.

I was both glad and anxious when the end of my shift came around. I was glad to get out of there and away from a screaming child in the waiting room but I was also nervous about what this evening had in store.

Every couple of weeks I would get a shift that was a couple of hours longer than my normal ones, meaning that I didn't finish in time to get the truck back. On these days I walked home. Today was one of those days.

Everyone had these sorts of days occasionally, it just seemed that I got more of them than my friends ever did. This annoyed my parents as it would mess up our daily routine, but I made sure to warn them well in advance to try and reduce their anger. I was never really sure why they got so angry about it, because my work schedule never changed what they did. They would still eat at the same time, I just wouldn't be there. I would eat alone later when I got back. I would have thought that they would love these evenings as it gave them what they seemed to want most: time without me. But they still liked to glare at me whenever I told them I had a longer shift coming up.

Normally I would enjoy the walk back to my house, savouring the peace and quiet and going at a leisurely pace, but this time I had somewhere else to be, so I made sure to pick up the pace a bit.

And I didn't like to admit it, but I did catch myself scanning the crowd as I walked in case I spotted a familiar dauntless boy.

Just after I told myself off for the third time for getting my hopes up at the site of a dauntless uniform, a train whistled past me. My mind drifted back to just yesterday when I jumped on one of these for the first time and I couldn't deny that a large part of me just wanted to reach out my hand and grab a handle as it whizzed past. I imagined myself leaping onto the train and feeling the wind blow in my face and whip my hair into a frenzy as I watched the city blur as I sped past it. But this was just a fantasy, my feet stayed planted firmly on the ground and before long the train had gone past and was becoming nothing more than a speck in the distance.