Dissonant (DIVERGENT)

Chapter Four: Remember the Name

“This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill

Fifteen percent concentrated power of will

Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain

And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!

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He feels so unlike everybody else, alone

In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him”

Remember the Name by Fort Minor

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Petra pushed her glasses up her nose. She hurried down the hall. Eric had gone to lunch earlier and couldn’t walk with Petra. Petra felt vulnerable so she hurried up the stairs scurrying like a mouse. She needed to grab a book from the library before lunch.

“Oh look,” A Dauntless boy stood in front of Petra, “A little Nose all by herself.” he looked at her through squinted eyes. “And where are you going in such a hurry?”

“To the library,” Petra snapped. “Somewhere you obviously don’t frequent.” she sassed. 

“Ouch,” the boy grinned maliciously. “This little Nose has some bark.” he twirled Petra’s braid around his finger. “But does she have any bite?” he smirked. 

“As if you’re likely to find out.” Petra scoffed and pushed the boy’s hand away. She started past him and he grabbed her hand, sending her books flopping to the floor. He pulled her into him and Petra yelped. “Get off me!” she balled up her hand in a fist. 

“What are you gonna do Nose?” the boy smirked. Petra then punched him square in the nose. She simultaneously kicked him in the groin. 

“Don’t touch me!” Petra trilled as he fell onto her. They both toppled into the floor.

“Hey!” another Dauntless appeared on the stairway. “What’s going on here?”

“That girl is psycho, Zeke!” the Dauntless boy held his bleeding nose.

Zeke rolled his eyes, “Get out of here.” he shoved at a couple of the others. The Dauntless scattered and Zeke turned to Petra. 

Petra looked up at him through defiant eyes. She looked tiny with her chin tucked in between her knees. Her eyes dared Zeke to make a wrong move towards her. 

“Chill it with the dagger eyes.” Zeke held up his hands. “Just trying to help.” he held out his hand. “Are you alright?” 

“I’m fine.” Petra said quietly. She took his hand and pushed herself to her feet. “Thank you though.” she picked up her scattered books. 

“These are a lot of books…” Zeke picked one up. It was immensely thick like Zeke’s biceps and he debated seeing if it was bigger before just handing it to the Nose. 

“Yeah,” Petra shrugged. “I like to read.” she said softly. 

“That’s cool,” Zeke nodded. “Well I’m Zeke.” he smiled.

Petra nodded, “I remember.” Zeke looked a bit startled and Petra blushed. “I memorized the roster of every class in school. I have worked in the office every year since Mid-Levels.” she explained. “I have an exceptional proclivity for names.” Petra then shook her head at how dorky she sounded. “I’m Petra Carlisle.” she reached to push her glasses up her nose. “Oh,” she touched her nose again. 

“What?” Zeke raised an eyebrow. 

“I don’t know where my glasses went.” Petra knelt down and looked around for them.