Tris POV
I still went to cheer practice even though I still have a broken ankle because of stupid Lauren. I just coached and added new parts to out routine.
"That's a rap girls! Remeber in two weeks we go to L.A. for competiton. The routine we are doing is Cheer Mix #6 Sassy. We will start practicing every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday in the gym at 2:30. Be there on time. We have a lot to do. We will win this competition. Blow them out of their seats. Who's with me Divergent Invasion. ARE YOU READY?!" I shout.
"DIVERGENT INVASION WILL INVADE!" Everyone shouts.
#TIME LASPE. IVORY IS MY CHARECTER. I SUGGESTED IVORY TO CHARMEDWORDS. YOU CAN ASK HER. I GOT PERMISSON FROM HER TO USE IVORY IN MY STORY SO NO HATE.
I am walking to my locker when I feel a urge to use the bathroom. (in books they never use the bathroom. You can get sick if you dont tinkle.)
When I walk into the bathroom I see Ivory crying with a sharp blade in her hand.
"Ivory. Put. The. Glass. Down." I say calmly.
"No! Leave! I am a monster! Don't you understand?" She yells.
"You are not a monster. Tell me what is killing you mentally and emotinally?" I ask
"It's none of your concern." She says sternly.
"What is killing you mentally and emotinally?" I say again more firmly.
"Fine! I killed someone! He cornered me and I had glass in my hand. And my anger got realeased and I stabbed him. No one knows about it. Don't tell anyone ok. Please." She begs.
I simply nod my head. I take the glass from her and I throw it in the trash.
I take her arm and take her to Candor's Makeover: The Truth About Beauty (get it? truth about beauty? candor?)
When we walk in she tries to get out of my grasp. I grab on tighter and drag her over to Christina.
"Hey Christina. This is Ivory. She needs a makeover. Hair, nails, and probally a massage." I tell her.
"Ok! Her hair is really rough! And her nails are going to need some doing! And she is very stiff. The massage will make her loose and relaxed." She informs me.
I nod my head and Christina does her magic.
After an hour or two Ivory is finally finished. She has light pink hair. Her makeup is absoulutley stunning. It has light black eyeshadow and a little bit of masacara. Her nails are french but instead of clear nail polish it has matte black and the tips are regular black. She looks stunning. Now to Dauntless Pit. The ultimate shopping palace. It fits the style of Ivory.
Once we get there she looks amazed. She goes straight to the baggy clothes. I drag her to the crop top section.
"Why! Why can't I wear baggy clothes. I love the makeover and all. But..." She drifts off.
"Trust me on this. I won't make you girly, but I will make you stunning. After this we are going to get your nose pierced." I tell her.
"Yay! I have always wanted my nose pierced!" She says. She jumps and starts searching through the racks. I stumble across a cute black crop top. It is 3/4 sleeves and has a strap in the back. We continue looking until we have a bunch of crop tops. We go into the bottoms section. Ivory speeds past the skirts. We go into the leather jeans section. We find a bunch of jeans. Enough to match every crop top we brought. Ivory goes into the changing room and starts trying them on. She comes out with the crop top I found and leather skinny jeans with black flats.
"I love it. It makes me feel good. It makes me feel sexy. For once." She says.
"You look nice. It goes with the hair." I complement.
We pay for everything and the total cost came out as $956.78. Eh. No biggie. My family has a lot of money.
We go to Dauntless Piercings and get her nose pierced. She picked out a small diamond stud. At the end it cost $32.98. They are really expensive. Expensive means good right? (family thing ok. mom rule. if it expensive it good. if it cheap it bad. if it expensive and ratchet. it is s h i t. that is what my mom says.) We crash at my place.
"Ivory. Who are your parents?" I ask. I want to know more about her.
"I don't have parents. They died. In a car crash. It was their 15th annivarsay. And a drunk driver was driving at full speed. I was at my friend's house for a sleepover. The police called that night and told me everything. I was only 12. That is when my emo phase started. I got sent to foster care. I got adopted when I was 15. I am now 18 and I never talk to my foster parents. They don't care where I am. I usally sleep at a random spot. I always have my dearest penguin stuffed animal. My mom gave it to me on my 4th birthday. She said penguins live in the cold, but have warm hearts. Which meant I should always forgive even if something bad happens to me. I totally dissed that rule in the past years but I am going to start using it again. My mom would love that." She explains. She has tears in her eyes.
"Don't be afraid to cry. I am sorry for your loss at what you have been through." I say.
She starts to cry. She walk to my bed and I hug her.
"You can stay at my house as long as you want my mom wouldn't mind." I tell her.
"Thank you. I need somewhere to stay. And I am going to stop cutting. I can't go through this by myself. I need friends to help me." She says.
"And you won't have only 1 friend. You will have a bunch." I tell her.
"Are you sure?" She asks.
I nod my head. She heads to the shower. And I lay there and think.
What if my friends don't like her?
What if my mom says no?
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HEYYYYYY!!!!!!!!! SUPER DUPER LONG CHAPTER RIGHT THERE. WELL. IT FELT LONG. COMMENT IF IT WAS LONG. IVORY IS MY CHARECTER NOT CHARMEDWORDS. SHE DIDNT STEAL IT OR ANYTHING BUT I MADE IT UP. SO NO HATE. SO PEACE!!!!!
SWAG PENGUINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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