The Divergent Games

Chapter Five: Tris

 *AN/: Can Anyone guess who Tris' parents are?*

I run home fast, forgetting that I still have 3 hours left of school. As I run to my room, I hear my mother calling my name, asking what I was doing. I ignore her and shut the door behind me. She comes upstairs minutes later, and patiently waits for me to explain. I know I’d have to tell her eventually, so I just let it all spill.

“I did something very selfish today,” I start off, and look to see my mother’s reaction. She does not seem the least bit startled, which shocks me.

“Go on,” she says calmly.

“Well, Susan asked me if I was nervous about the test, and even though it require a simple yes or no answer, I felt the need to express how I felt, which is selfish.” I sigh. “You should have heard the way I talked! I sounded like a Candor. And what made it worst was that other people heard me!

“Okay, okay, just calm down. Beatrice, it’s really not that big of an issue, especially for someone like you.” She says.

That catches my attention. I look up at her and I’m about to ask her what she means, but the words never leave my mouth because I am cut off with the sound of the front door closing. Mom gets up and holds my chin and says “Cheer up” before she leaves the room.

The rest of the night went on normally, with the acceptation of Dad and Caleb asking why I left school early. After dinner, I helped Caleb clean the dishes and went on to bed. Only I didn’t go to sleep. My mind was buzzing with questions about what my mom meant. The comment was so small, but I still couldn’t get it out of my head. Eventually when I did fall asleep, I only had nightmares. It was the same nightmare that has been occasionally haunting me for years now. In it, I dream about a little girl in the middle of a war, and the sound of a cannon going off. Chaos is everywhere and gunshots are being fired. I see the girl getting taken away from the battle field, only to be locked up somewhere dark and scary. A needle is then put inside her skin and everything goes black. Then I always see a flash of a golden bird before I wake up sweating and panting in my bed.

I turn around to see that it is now morning, which means I have to get up and go to school. As I trudge down the hall towards the bathroom, I see Caleb in his room reading. He was doing that an awful lot lately. Maybe it’s just to prepare himself for the test, if that was at all possible. I keep walking towards the bathroom, and when I finally get to it I close the door behind me. I can’t lock it (Abnegation doors have no locks) so I proceed to strip down and get in the shower. After five minutes, I walk out, having washed away the nightmares and sweat from last night. I go towards the sink and brush my teeth quickly and comb my tangled wet hair. I look up above the sink where a mirror should have been, and try to imagine what I looked like with my hair wet dripping and a towel wrapped around my body.

 I sigh and head back towards my room, again passing Caleb’s. He was still reading, so I pass silently so I don’t disturb him. When in my room, I go to my closet and pull out one of my abnegation robes. After pulling on a bra and panties, I pull the robe over my head and tie my hair up in a bun. I grab my backpack, and make my way downstairs to eat a simple breakfast of toast and Orange Juice. 

“Morning Sweetheart!” Both my parents say in unison. I give them a curious glance before sitting down.

“Um… why are you all acting like Amity?” I ask, trying not to be rude.

“Well…” Mom starts off, smiling.

“We know that your Aptitude tests are less than a week away, so…” Dad continues.

“We got you something…” Mom finishes, pulling out a tiny square box. She hands it to me, still smiling.

“Now, we know that we aren’t supposed to do this, so you can’t tell anybody, but we thought that you deserve it,” Says Dad. I open the box, and inside is gold bracelet. I have never worn jewelry before. It was against the rules.

“Where did you get it?” I ask my parents. They both hesitate before my Mom answers.

“A…. um… old friend of mine had it. He passed away a long time ago… and gave me this before he died.” When I look up at her, I see there are tears in her eyes. I know I shouldn’t pry any further, but I can’t help myself.

“Mom… what was his name?” I ask cautiously. She gets this faraway look in her eyes before she responds..

“Finnick.” She whispers, before leaving the room, my dad trailing after her. I look at our clock and realize I will be late for school if I don’t leave now. As I pick up my books and backpack, the name mother told me keeps repeating itself in my head.

Finnick. Finnick. Finnick.