You Die, I Die

CHAPTER NINE - TRIS

CHAPTER NINE - TRIS

The next morning I woke up to a quite, peaceful dormitory. I sit up realising that everyone is still asleep. I slip out of bed, allowing the cold harsh morning air wrap around my skin, and gather my things for the showers.

Making my way to the showers, I slowly open the door trying not to wake everyone else up. Once in my own stall, I pulled my shirt over my head, reviling my tattoos. Three birds on my left collarbone for each of the family members that i left behind, the Dauntless symbol on my right shoulder blade, and Abnegation on my left. These symbols represent my factions. Where I came from, and who I am.

I turned on the water so it was just right and let it run all over my body, soaking up the refreshing feeling. I ran my fingers through my hair washing out the shampoo, and replacing it with conditioner. Once my hair was finished I ran the bar of soap over my bruised body and rinsed it all off, watching the way that the soap bubbles popped and was soon swallowed by the drain.

I climbed out of the shower pulling my towel over my body preserving warmth. I got dressed quickly and made my way back into the dormitory, once again closing the door carefully trying not to wake everyone else up.

Peter stood by his bed with only a pair of pants around his waist. His upper body laid bare, making his six-pack scream for attention. I turn my head away and walk to my own bed and start to make it.

"Congratulations Stiff! You and your family are famous!" He smirks out of the corner of his mouth, I roll my eyes and pull the covers of my bed up to my pillow smoothing out the creases.

"Not in the mood Peter" I groaned as I sat down on my bed pulling on my black sweatshirt. I slipped my feet into my shoes and pulled the laces tight, tying them up and walking towards the door.

"Don't you at least want to hear what Jeanine Matthews has to say?" He walked slowly towards me, "read this" he threw a newspaper at my chest and walked away. I turned on my heels and stormed out of the dormitory and away from peter.

I couldn't sleep last night, all I could think about is my conversation with Four. He knew I was divergent so I'm obviously doing something wrong, I need to keep this a secret. I debated on whether or not I should go and get breakfast or read this alone. I caved in and walked into the dining hall.

"Hey Tris!" Uriah calls out from the other side of the hall. He waves for me to come and sit at the table where he is sitting with some other people.

As I walk over I'm greeted by almost everyone immediately. Four sits across from Shauna, and Uriah sits next to Four. I feel a small tingle of an emotion yet to be discovered, I long for the feeling of Fours hand in mine like last night.

"Why are you up so early?" Four asks as I take the empty seat beside him. Everyone else continues chatting and eating their breakfasts.

"Couldn't sleep," I say "Can I talk to you later?"

"Sure" he says with a slight sound of confusion. He creases his eyebrows and turns to face everyone else "This is Zeke, Shauna, and I'm sure you already know Lynn." I simply nod and smile. I unfold the newspaper Peter gave me and start to read it.

"The mass exodus of the children of Abnegation leaders cannot be ignored or attributed to coincide. The recent transfer of Beatrice and Caleb Prior, the children of Andrew Prior, calls into question the soundness of Abnegations values and teachings. Why else would the children if such an important man decide that the lifestyle he has set out for them is not an admirable one? Molly Atwood, a fellow Dauntless transfer, suggests a disturbed and abusive upbringing might be to blame. 'I heard her talk in her sleep once', Molly says. 'She was telling her father to stop doing something. I don't know what it was, but it gave her nightmares.' However, perhaps the answer lies not in a morally bereft man, but in the ideas of an entire faction. Perhaps the answer is that we have entrusted our city to a group of proselytising tyrants who do not know how to lead us out of poverty and into prosperity."