Divergent High {IN EDITING}

Chapter 84

Tris POV:

I wake up in my room. Kelly walks in my room.
"Oh, good. You are up. Charles and your parents were here a few hours ago." She says.
I try to get up but it hurts.

"Need help?" Kelly asks me.

"Please."
She supports me while I get up.
"Who brought me here?" I ask.
"Tobias. Tris, do you remember anything from earlier today."
Memories come flashing back.
"Yea."
"Can you tell me? Tobias was kinda closed off, sad, and grumpy."
"I was in the shower room and I heard a door close. I went to the locker room and Eric walked in and he tried to....Tobias came in and punched Eric. Eric punched me and I blacked out." 
"Did...uh...did Tobias say anything?"
"No."
"Oh." I say a little disappointed.
"Hey, it's okay. He misses you too. I'm sure he does." 
I start to cry.
She hugs me. 
Kelly fell asleep on my bed. I walk over to my winodws open it an climb into the tree and sit on Tobias's windowsill.

"Hey Tobias." I say knocking on his windowsill. 

He doesn't answer.

I knock again.

He doesn't answer.

"Tobias. I just wanted to say thank you. And well....Thank you."

I pull out Tobias's jersey. I silently cry into it.

Crystal starts crying. I get up and walk to her room. I pick her up and rock her. She doesn't stop. She loves disney princesses, so I sing her one of their songs.

"You think you own whatever land you land on

The earth is just a dead thing you can claim

But I know every rock and tree and creature

Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

You think the only people who are people

Are the people who look and think like you

But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger

You'll learn things you never knew you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

Or ask the grinning bob cat why he grins

Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind

[Shi Shi]

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest

Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth

Come roll in all the riches all around you

And for once never wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers

The heron and the otter are my friends

And we are all connected to each other

In a circle of a hoop that never ends

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

Or let the eagle tell you where he's been

Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind

How high does the sycamore grow

If you cut it down then you'll never know

And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

For whether we are white or copper skinned

We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain

We need to paint with all the colors of the wind

You can own the earth and still

All you own is earth until

You can paint with all the colors of the wind." I sing.

She falls asleep on my chest and I lay her back in her crib.

I walk back to my room and lay down next to Kelly. I am careful not wake her. I am silently crying.
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I wake up the next morning. I take a shower. When I get out I look in the mirror.  I have a cut you can barely notice so I put concealer over it. I put on black jeggings, a red shirt, a black cropped leather jacket, and my Vans Authentic Neon Red shoes. I keep my hair down and leave Kelly a note. 

When I walk out I bump in to Tobias.

I wonder if he still cares.

I can't stop staring at him.

He's probably really happy.

He can't even look at me.

"I miss you."

He doesn't mean it.

He gives me a friendly hug. 

I run to my room in school where caren is and cry

I love him.

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Four POV:

I bumped into Tris.

It's seems like forever.

She looks good.

I'd pick her over any girl.

" I miss you." I say.

I meant it.

I held her for one last time. 

I watched her run to school. When she was gone I ran to the field. I sat and began thinking.

I love her.

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So I thought about it, and thought about it, and though about it, and though about it and I realized that my readers really like my story and I would like to thank the people who helped me realize that. The people who commented on my last note. Thank you so much. So the story must go on.