City of Chicago High (Divergent)

Chapter 35

Tris P.O.V

I walk outside, bundled up in multiple layers with a stocking cap on my head. Little snow flurries flutter through the air, making a small, white blanket on the ground. As I exhale, I breath out little white clouds. I run to where my car sits in the driveway and throw open the door.

I put my purse and the envelopes in the passenger seat after I close the door. I pull off my gloves and sit them with the pile of stuff on the seat. I start my car and pull out of the driveway. I head to the post office.

I pull in and put my gloves back on. I grab the envelopes and cut off the car, trying to save gas. I walk up to the mailbox and put all of the applications in. Well, all but one. I quickly close the box and let the letters drop to the bottom. I study the envelope in my hand.

New York. There is no way I'm going to get in there. But I'm also up against five other people. Everyone says that I'm the best writer on the newspaper. I don't believe them, though. What's the chance of even getting there, anyways?

And my friends. What would they do if they were in my shoes? What would I do if I found out that one of them were going to school in New York? I would make them go, knowing that there is a great opportunity for them.

I stand there and study for a few more minutes. I'm so in tune to my thoughts, I don't hear someone approaching behind me, crunching leaves with their feet. "Hey, Tris. What's that?" Christina asks, looking at the envelope.

I jump and hide the envelope. "Hey, Christina. It's nothing," I try to explain. But, the thing with Christina is that she can tell when someone is lying. She unimpressed by my argument.

"Nice lie. Now, tell me what that really is. It's addressed to New York," Christina says. I nod and sigh.

"Fine. It's for a school in New York. They are giving a scholarship to one person on the newspaper staff at our school. And, I decided that I should at least try," I explain.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Christina asks.

"I don't want to make a big deal out of an application," I say, beginning to walk back to my car. Christina follows me.

"Tris, you could have at least told me," Christina says.

"I'm sorry. I just didn't want to blow things out of proportion when I'm not even going," I explain. I open the drivers side door and Christina gets in the passenger side. She throws my stuff in the backseat.

"How about Starbucks?" Christina asks.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"I was going for a jog and I saw you frozen at the mailbox so I stopped to talk to you. And now we're going to Starbucks," Christina explains. I laugh but agree. I pull out and drive to the best coffee shop in town.

Did you enjoy this chapter? I'm sorry it took so long for me to update this. I've just been really busy with science... I'll try to update again today but I have a project due Monday that I need to finish so...

Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent. Veronica Roth does.

P.S. Sorry about the quality. I wrote it on the app.