The Sound of Your Voice | on hold

Chapter 11 ~ Tobias

I have to admit that I like this chapter. Sorry for not posting much. I've been busy and kinda sad. Plus I've had writer's block.

But anyway, enjoy! 💕

Oh why, oh why oh why didn't I get assigned an aisle seat?

Oh why, oh why oh why does the lady next to me keep it open?

I clench my knuckles till they turn white, staring out the window.

I watch Chicago shrink as we lift into the air.

All I can think is my life is shrinking.

Tris.

I bite my lip and lean back.

The factions may be gone, but we still act like it's there.

Cause it is. The remains of them.

The flight attendant comes around with the big metal rolling cart.

"Sprite," orders the eighteen year old girl next to me.

Truthfully, I have no idea what these drinks are.

"Sprite," I order.

That's the only one I know. I don't even know how it tastes like.

"I'm Ashley," squeals the girl. Flirting girl finally has a name.

She begins to bat her eyelashes and twirl her hair.

Oh why, oh why oh why do I have to be so damn sexy?

"What's your name?" Ashley has a freakishly high pitched voice.

"Tristan," I lie.

All I can think now is that Tristan would make a really good stage name. The fact that it has 'Tris' in it.

But no, I'm keeping Four. Better that this asshat doesn't match my fake name to my face if I ever become famous.

"Awww!" Ashley squeals again. She getting glares from other passengers. "Ashtan... Cute ship name."

"Bullshit," I whisper in my instructor voice.

I glare at her and take out my earbuds and iPhone, leaning my chair back.

She gets the wrong idea and takes one of them, putting it into her own ear.

She grabs the iPhone and adds her contact.

"Yeah", I think sarcastically, "like I'm ever going to call you."

~

When I wake up, there's something heavy on my shoulder.

First, I think "We're still on this hellhole?"

Then, I notice what's on my shoulder.

She has blonde hair.

I'm about to call out Tris, but then I remember.

Tris dumped me.

This bitch is Ashley.

I shrug her off me, and gently place her head onto the sleeping grandpa on the other side of her.

"Landing in twenty minutes."

THANK GOD!

I haven't barfed yet on this plane, but if I spent another hour here I would.

But it would've been absolutely nice to puke on Ashley. Tells her to stay away.

When I look up, there's a clear fizzy drink on my table.

Sprite.

I forgot about that.

I quickly grab the cup and down it in about two gulps.

The fizzy liquid feels good running down my dry throat.

It tastes strongly of the Amity's lemon and line.

I miss home.

I miss the factions.

I miss Tris.

Hope you liked it as much as I do!

I'm not posting much because I'm trying to sort out and fix my life. I messed it up over the summer and lost one of my best friends.

I don't feel like I belong in this world.

And if you know who you are ~ I'm sorry.

QOTC: Favorite season?

Me: Winter is cold. Like me.

~ Evie 👓