Divergent High

Chapter 26 ☻Tris' point of view

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All of a sudden my senses come back to me with a huge gasp. I see everyone I love surrounding me. Uriah is still asleep and Shauna shoves him really hard. If my mouth wasn't so dry and my body in general wasn't so stiff, I would laugh right now. I just can't though.

I'm greeted with Tobias holding my hand to then be pushed out of the way by a sobbing Christina. It's quite amusing in that second. How funny have my friends gotten since I've been gone? Rhetorical question, don't even ask.

"I've missed you for a whole month Tris! I thought you we're going to die! Die I tell you! It's not the best news to hear that you're best friend will be pulled off of freaking life support after a month! You scared the hell out of me!" She wails.

"Well, sorry I didn't dodge the air-born knife that flew unexpectedly at my shoulder, Christina. But you don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world." I tell her sarcastically.

"I guess you're right. But you do get a say on who hurts you. I'm disappointed in Lynn though. We were friends for such a long time and now this happens. I don't know what happened to her but, it probably hurts me more emotionally, that to you physically of what she did. I'm just putting that out there."

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I've had a good time in school since the whole Will and Lynn turning on us situation. It's been a few months so I've over-all recovered. They are both in jail with Tobias' sister, Morgan. That girl liked me so much when we were younger. I don't know what happened to her innocent soul since when she was 11. If she actually hated me, she was a pretty good actress.

I've been relaxing in my room for the past few hours with nothing to do, so I grab my phone and decide to go take a walk.

When I get to the park, which is a mile away from home, I sit on the nearest bench. I decide that I don't really have much to do so I play heart attack on karaoke mode.

I sang and a few people were looking at me like I have some kind of talent. I don't believe that I have any extraordinary talent or anything, but people ask why I deny it. Some say that I do have talent, of course those are the people who think I'm denying it, but I think it has to do with the fact that my parents are famous so they want to play it nice. It happened in middle school so why not now?

"Here! My mommy says that you should have this because you sing so goodly. I think you're really pretty too." A little girl tells me. She has a crisp five dollar bill in between her tiny fingers.

"Thank you, sweetie! That's really nice of you." I say when she gives me the money. Very sweet of them to do that.

She runs off to a woman who I'm assuming is her mother. They resemble each other. Dark, kinky hair. Chocolate brown skin. Hazel eyes. Long eyelashes. Pretty. While the unknown girl calls me pretty, I know for a fact that I'm far from it.

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