Tris POV
It's last period and I've got gym again. We're playing dodgeball. He splits the class in two. I'm on Zeke and Uriahs team. They don't look too happy about it. Tobias comes up behind.
"Not gonna punch me in the face again are you?" He says and laughs
"Ha ha ha . Very funny" I say. He smiles. Christina glares at me with the girls and Will on the other team. I look at the floor. Peter, Eric and Molly are on the other side as well. Coach blows the whistle and we sprint for balls. I catch a few launching them at people. I'm too small and quick for people to catch me out. Finally, there's only a few people on either side. Me, Tobias, Zeke and Uriah. On the other. Peter, Eric, Molly, Christina and another girl who is similar looking to Bree. We throw balls I get Christina and Molly out. They get Uriah and Zeke out. I throw the ball at the Bree girl. She jumps but it catches her foot.
"Ha ha. Sorry Lauren!!" Tobias yells and high fives me. She winks at him and goes to join the others who are out. He launches it at Eric and hits him square in the face. Peter gets Tobias out. I haven't got any balls. Peter launches the ball at me. It flies through the air and I catch it. Christina rolls her.
"How'd she win that!" The Lauren girl yells. Coach dismisses us we walk out to the changing rooms.
"Hey high five" Tobias says and smiles at me.
"Thanks" I say and give him a small high five
I walk and grab my clothes and walk to the cubicles. I change. As I get changed a girl comes and nicks my school bag from under the door. I tie up my boots and run after the girl. I come into the changing room and look around. No ones in here. But this is where the girl ran?! I look around and before I know it I'm slammed against the lockers.
"What the hell!" I say. I look and see the Lauren girl. Yep exactly like Bree.
"What the hell" she mimicks.
"Get off me!" I say. Two girls stand either side of her. I know I'm really out numbered.
"What our these?" She says and tugs the sleeve of my hoodie down. Revealing my scars. My battered hand and arm. She pins me against the lockers.
"How'd you?" I start.
"I have my sources..." She spits. Christina! That bitch!
"I'm doing some one a favour. Ok." She sneers "listen up. Stay away from Peter and Eric. They know your a bit feisty. Don't up against them. Or else." She threatens. I nod. She throws me against the lockers and throws my books over the floor. They walk out laughing. I stay pressed against the lockers until their gone. I quickly pick up my bag and books and run out of the school. Caleb sits their waiting for me.
"You took your time." He exclaims.
"Sorry" I mutter. We get in the car and drive away. I hate this place. But it's better than being in the juvenile centre and foster home. We drive home. He lets us in and I run upstairs.
"Tris! We need to talk!" Andrew yells. I freeze. What have I done?! He's not gonna hit me is he?! No, he wouldn't. He can't. The foster home would've checked him out before they let me near this place. I slowly turn around to see him at the bottom of the stairs with Natalie. I slowly walk down the stairs. "Can you come with us to the dining room."
I nod and follow them to the dining room. They walk across to the other side of a dark oak table.
"Please sit down." Andrew gestures to the chair across from them.
I nervously take a seat.
"Tris, we've only had you a few a days , but..," I cut in.
"But you don't want me anymore, I understand." I say and look down and swallow the large lump in my throat.
"No! We want you we just..." Natalie says
"We just were a little shocked by your past," my eyes widen. They didn't know? It makes more sense now. Get rid of me first. Then tell them about why I was in care. Ha.
"We were shocked. I'm not going to lie to you" Andrew says. I nod.
"We just want to get your side of it." Natalie says.
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FanfictionTris. A girl with a bad past and an uncertain future. She moves from one foster family to the next. Tobias. A boy who try's to befriend Tris but just never seems to able to get close to her. Will he ever crack her?