In the Shadows - DIVERGENT HIGH

Chapter 11

Yet again, the school day couldn't pass more slowly; every hour draws on with a certain sluggishness. I am not engaged or focused in any of my lessons, I am just floating, drifting, like poo sticks under the bridge. At lunch time, I go down to the sports hall and ask Amar if I can use it. That was my intention at any rate.
"Stiff."
Four.
Here we go again. I don't stop for him, I don't falter, I am not abnegation.
"Prior."
He knows my name?  " What do you want?"
" Why are you down here?"
"I wanted to practice my new dance." Wasn't that obvious?  I had one day!
"You didn't believe that crap Christina told you?"
"I did. She gave me no reason not to; I am new."
"And gullible it seems." He strode away without another word.
Who should I believe? In a world so full of lies and deceit, how will I fit in.
As Amar walks out of the staff room, I see my chance to pounce: I can get this straight.
"Coach Amar, is there a second round of the talent competition?
"Of course." He snaps and walks back towards where he came from.
"And can I use the sports hall."
"Go ahead." He answers before the door slams in his wake.
I can tell that lengthy explanations aren't favoured here, I shall have to cut my "posh" talk and get straight to the point. Starting from now.

Why did Four lie to me? It seems pointless, why cast disillusion upon a random person?  For fun?

My playlist is set on shuffle but nothing inspires me. I know I haven't got time to be choosey but I haven't got time to get to know the song, and I have to feel it. Fed up, I flick on and on, changing the tunes after only seconds of hearing them. Certainly lunchtime will be over soon. I don't have time. Heat rises in my throat, I struggle to swallow it down but it keeps rising, to my head, grappling with it. I take a deep breath, draw in the cool air. The tune plays. I know it's the one: when the war was over (from The next step)
I start on the floor, roll onto my back and push up into a back walkover. My arms swoop, pulling at the gravity,  and my feet trip lightly from spin to step to jump to a slow, extended turn. Once again, I drop to the ground. I twist and tumble on the floor, mournful,  lost and I know I have found it. The rest just comes to me.
Sketchy,  I replay my dance. The outlines are in place, I can improvise the rest if the worst comes to the worst. The bell echoes in my head. It takes a while before I stop dancing, the realities blend seamlessly into my imagination. What am I doing?
My skin is pricked with sweat when I stumble out of the sports hall, my head in a dazed frenzy.
Am I going mad? WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?
Stars blot my vision as my fight ebbs away. Blackness slips into my vision, warm, friendly Blackness.
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I gain my consciousness almost immediately. "Damn she's awake."
Four? I couldn't play the game of sleep then.
"Why am I in here? What happened to me?" My breath snags in my throat. I sound so useless, so alone, so weak.
" You're divergent."
My heart's rhythm marches so loudly that I am sure he can hear its footfall. What would this mean for me? What would he do to me?
"Yes I am. So what?" I speak up.
"So," He starts, swinging his leg around to face me, "you aren't allowed to exist."
Those footsteps hasten.
"What are you going to do about it?"
He pauses.
"I have to kill you."
The regimental beats cease, giving way to an every-man-for-himself sprint. I must remain calm if I am to survive. I mean he's still only a kid, he couldn't kill me. I hope.
"Do your worst." I don't say anything more because I don't want to flare up his anger or make him over judge my vulnerability.
He turned his back to me. This was the end. I sucked in multiple penultimate breaths, each time letting them go with a shakey reluctance, each time thanking god I was still alive. Not for much longer. What had I done with my life? I have been weak, pathetic, I haven't used my opportunities,  I haven't stood up for myself. It is only when you are about to lose something that you realise how much you could have taken. And that's when I decide to fight. I may not win but I can't fail. It is all or nothing. Fire flares in my veins, my blood ignites, I am ready.
I think he senses a change in the air as he whispers, "I can't do it."
"Pardon?" I question, squeaking slightly in my shock.
"I said I can't do it." He said, his voice forced, ashamed.
I can't laugh, it's not funny, but my excitement and relief makes me yearn to.
"So what are you going to do?"
"I am going to protect you."

A/N I could lengthen this but I don't think that the chapter needs it.
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