If you have read the Divergent Trilogy, then you know what happens at the end. But what if it didn't? What if all the war, pain, and suffering never happened? What if after initiation, Tris went on with her life without war? What if she never had to...
Hi guys! I know it has been about two and a half months since I posted a chapter, and for that I am SEVERELY sorry. My life has been pretty hectic lately and I haven't had much time to write. Updates are probably slow down for a liitle while due to the amount of crap I currently have on my plate. I encourage you to stick with me and continue reading the story. I hope you guys like it, you've waited long enough, Enjoy!
Disclaimer- Unfortunately, I do not and never will own Divergent
Tris POV
"Tris. Tris. Tris, wake up."
"Go away, Toby!" I grumble, rolling over onto my stomach.
"Toby? Who's Toby? It's Christina, now get your lazy ass up!"
"Chris?" I ask confused as I sit up in bed wiping the sleep from my eyes. Sure enough, I open my eyes to see Christina leaning over me.
"What are you doing here?" I question, my eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
"Well, somebody didn't wake up for work this morning," she replies accusingly, crossing her arms over her chest.
"What? What time is it?"
"A little after 8:30," she says, glancing at the alarm clock.
"Oh shit! I exclaim, practically jumping out of bed.I quickly run over to the dresser and throw it open, searching frantically through it.
"Oh my god, Chris. You are a life saver!" I say, throwing on a pair of black leggings and a strapless black peplum top.
"Workout clothes. Workout clothes. Workout clothes," I mumble to myself, searching frantically through my drawers for something to wear for fight training.
"Here, I'll get that. You wake up sleeping beauty," Christina says calmly, walking over towards me.
"Ok." I reply, taking a deep breath.
I walk quickly over towards Toby and place a hand on his shoulder, shaking him.
"What, no wake up kiss?" he asks groggily, his eyes still closed.
"Not when we are late for work," I reply, crossing my arms over my chest.
His eyes snap open and he hurriedly sits up and gets out of bed. He mumbles a four letter word, glancing at the alarm clock. I watch as he rushes over to the dresser to grab some clothes. He starts taking his pants off when I shoot him a warning glance. After looking puzzled for a minute, he finally discovers Christina is here and gives an understanding nod as he makes his way to the bathroom.
He comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later as I finish throwing my mascara on, my hair now in a ponytail.
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