Tris & Christina Oneshots {DIVERGENT}

Strawberries

I would like to thank my readers for getting this book so far. It's my most popular book in terms of reads and has been ranked very high in the past, and while I'm sure some of those reads are just people getting a good laugh out of this, I appreciate every single reader who truly enjoys this book. It's now been over two years since I started this book and I will tell you that I have no intentions to stop any time soon.
Thank you for everything. You keep me going.
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THIRD PERSON
Beatrice Prior was only eleven years old when she began staring at the other girls--particularly the ones in black clothing--in her grade. The ones who weren't Abnegation really stood out to her. None of them were boring. They were intriguing.

The Amity girls had natural, beautiful tans from working outdoors after school everyday, and their long hair was wispy and the colors of autumn. Very few of them had hair above their shoulders. They valued a natural lifestyle, hence allowing their hair to grow until it was too heavy to carry.

The Erudite girls were a little stuck-up, but they were still pretty, even with their weird glasses. They always had more books and materials than anyone else in school, and Beatrice really didn't care for it. It was clear that some had more looks than brains, but to Beatrice, there needed to be perfect balance between intelligence and beauty. Some just didn't have it. They either spent too much time in their homework or too much time curling their hair.

The Candor girls dressed in black and white. Their skin--of all colors--was accentuated by the contrasting shades of fabric. Undoubtedly, they were very brutal. Known for speaking their mind, no matter how hurtful, the Candor were a special kind of lethal. They didn't kill or attack people, but they knew exactly where to point out flaws and do it very loudly. Beatrice quite liked their honesty, and she smiled when she saw a Candor girl berating someone, but she realized that she could never be like them.

The Dauntless girls were the most beautiful creatures on earth to eleven-year-old Beatrice. Their clothes, all black with some accents of dark red or orange, stood out from the rest. It was mostly because most of them got to school by jumping off a train and falling onto the pavement. Their yells and cheers could be heard from a mile away before they jumped. Some of the girls had streaks of bright colors in their hair. It made Beatrice tingle somewhere inside.

The first alarm for Beatrice was that she was instantly attracted to other girls. She knew some girls around her age who were all over boys, twirling their hair and rubbing their skin against them to incite a reaction. Beatrice didn't get it. Who would want a boy? That was just weird. But so was her attraction to females, despite all she was taught.

The second alarm was when she accidentally bumped into a dark-skinned Candor girl in the hallway, knocking the girl to the ground. The Candor hissed at her like a mean animal and rose to her feet, brushing herself off.

"Watch it!" the Candor snarled as she gathered her books from the floor.

"S-Sorry," Beatrice sputtered out. She wasn't nervous about getting berated in front of her entire grade, but her heart was definitely thumping from being within a foot of such a beautiful girl.

"Ugh. It's fine," the girl said with an eye roll. "Here." She picked up a notebook from the ground and held it out to Beatrice.

In all this heart-racing mess, Beatrice hadn't realized she'd dropped her precious notebook with all her secrets and weird desires written inside. She immediately tucked it in her binder and held it tightly to her chest.

"Got something to hide, Stiff?" the Candor teased.

"No. Do you? Candor?" Beatrice had just as much venom in the name. Nobody called her a Stiff. Not anymore.