Hollow thuds expelled from the door at Tobias's side-of-the-fist knocks; Zeke's looking around, and I'm kicking at the ground angrily.The door opens to a girl with coffee-dark skin and dark brown hair, wearing a collared pastel red button -up, tied to make it a crop top, torn capris, a floral jacket, and sandals. "Tris!" She squeaks. "What the Hell are you wearing?!"
"Shit." I replied. "You have medical training, right?"
"Um, not proffesional-"
I pushed past her, wincing, and went up to her room, upstairs. Will was there, looking through a stack of magasines.
"Tris!" He exclaimed. He was wearing a black shirt and matching pants and high tops. "You're back!"
"Yeah." I said, and plopped down into a bean bag.
Christina came in a minute later, while Will and I were discussing Imagine Dragons intensely.
"What's wrong, Tris?" She asked.
"First, get my OUT of these clothes. Second, take to a forest. And third, help me beat up Tobias. Wait, that rhmed."
"Who the Hell's Tobias?" Asked Will.
"An assfuck." I said.
Christina tossed some clothes at my head, and I went to her bathroom to change.
A gray shirt, skinny jeans, and converse from two years ago later, and I was running out to Will's house painfully; it was the entrace to the forest we used most often.
THIS WAS THE SHITTIEST CHAPTER YET. I need some filler ideas, guys, please review. I need to weave in some FourTris into SOMETHING. Review!
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A Sliver Of Light in The Night Sky
FantasyTris is the leader of the Wolfpack divergent.