Initiation: Four's POV

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I sigh and head to the dining hall. I walk in and see Uriah and Tris pulling his arm. "No, you can't come."

"Puh-lease!"

"No."

"Zeke!" I notice he never looks at Tris.

"Mom!" she yells.

"Tris!"

"Can we come?"

"No..." she opens her mouth to speak "Fine! Just please, please, don't call mom."

"Yes!" they say.

"Go where?" I ask.

"To the field trip tonight." He replies.

"Oh yeah. Are they annoying?" I say.

"Drive me crazy." He says.

"But you wuv us." Uriah says.

"Shut-up moron. He wuvs you." Tris snaps.

"Yeah. I know it." Uriah answers.

"Well stop jabbering because mom is letting us have a party in an hour. And the girls here will take 45 minutes to get dressed and we have to set everything out!" She says.

"You don't take 45 minutes to get ready for a party. Do you?" I ask her.

"No these morons do." She says pointing at her brothers.

"Oh My God! I have to get ready!"

"Oh My God I do too! Trissy Poo! Let's go! We need to get ready!"

"Shut it Uriah. Now." he instantly shuts up. Trissy Poo? Sucks to be her. But sadness occupies her voice a little. Barely noticeable. They walk off with her behind them. She looks at me quickly, smiles and turns around just in time to see Uriah slip and fall. She laughs and says something that earns her sad, hurtful look.

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