TOBIAS-
Holy shit...
Monday morning and a fight was already taking place in the school parking lot.
"Hey! Arseholes, move out the way!" Zeke shouted from where he sat shotgun in my blue truck while Uriah was stuffed in the back.
I can't even tell who's fighting... There's just a huge crowd surrounding two morons as Drew's collecting bets on which idiot will 'win'.
My car horn blares as I shove the heel of my hand into it - scattering the crowd and leaving two soul idiots standing in my parking space.
"Move out the fucking way."
Both Peter and Eric flicked me off before trudging out of the concrete square - Peter pinching the bridge of his bleeding nose.
It's like I went into a daze the second the engine's hum died down. A silence overwhelmed me and all I could bring myself to do was stare at the brick wall before me. My limbs grew heavy and the laughter of the Pedrad's swarmed - attacking every thought that was trying to fight its way through my mind.
"Tobias-" A punch to my shoulder summons me back to reality. "-why's there a bracelet hanging on your mirror?"
"Oh," was the only sound my throat could handle. I coughed; still gaining composure. "It was Tris'," I said and removed the silver chain from where it hung. "She said it was a good luck charm of some sorts."
Woven through the metal chain was delicate ribbons of blue and green thread; upon which hung small feathers and a clear phial containing glitter. "She hung it there for Sophie," I continue and weave the trinket through my fingers, "when she had the pacemaker put in a few years ago, Tris brought this to the hospital and hung it above Sophie's cot after the operation."
The silence has returned.
"She doesn't seem superstitious," Uriah chuckles and clamber out the truck, dragging his brother with him.
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Click.
Click, went the echo of her heels as whispers were thrown violently throughout the corridor.
"Tris Prior," hushed voices muttered.
"Have you heard?"
"Beatrice Prior."
"She's a slut."
"She screwed Peter."
"She's so pretty."
"Has she heard of morals?"
"The girl's a whore."
"I heard she's good, though."
"Harvey's?"
"Tris."
"Whore."
"Slut."
"Slut."
"Slut."
She continued to walk - confident as ever - as if the words bounced right off her.
Click.
Those monotonous beats were holding their steady rhythm as everything else slowed from a frenzy.
Click.
There was not a single resemblance to that girl I once knew in Chicago.
Click.
Her innocence,
Click.
gone.
Click.
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Call Me Six
Fanfiction"I'm not who you think I am." *** Human beings are incredibly good actors, we all put on a daily show and take part in the charade, entitled: Life. You may hate me, call me a slut or a whore, but please remember... I'm not who you think I am. There...
