City of Chicago High (Divergent)

Chapter 74

Tris P.O.V.

I walk up to Christina's front door. Well, Christina and Will's front door. They got an apartment together close to their campus. I, honestly, was surprised when I found at that Will was saying in Chicago. I figured he would have left to go to Harvard or something like Caleb. I knock on the front door. Christina opens it almost immediately.

"Tris!" she squeals. She tries to hug me but my rising baby bump gets in the way. She takes my hand and leads me into the apartment. "What are you doing here?" she asks.

"I tried it for a month. I can hardly juggle everything like it is now. I won't be able to manage this and a baby I my own," I say. Christina sits down on the couch. I take a seat next to her.

"So, what exactly happened?" she asks.

"I had to quit my classes. I told my school that I was thankful for the scholarship an that I want to be there but I just wanted able to be there. They understood and so now I'm back in Chicago," I explain. She nods.

"So where are you staying?" she asks. I shrug.

"The back sea of my car for now. I plan on finding a cheap storage locker for my stuff, too," I say. She shakes her head.

"Tris, you can't live like that. Not with a baby on the way," Christina says.

"I have to. I don't really have any other choice. My parents would never let me back and I don't know how long my money will last me," I say.

"You don't have to. Will and I have a guest bedroom. You can stay there while you're in between places. I'm sure Zeke and Uriah would do the same, too," Christina says. I shake my head.

"Christina, I could never ask you to do that," I reply. She shakes her head.

"Tris, it's fine," she says.

" Are you sure?" I ask.

"Positive," she says.

§§§ This is kind of like the epilogue of the story. §§§

I sit down at the small desk in the room Christina is letting me use. My computer is on with a blank Microsoft word document open. I sit down and start to write what comes to my mind. It doesn't take much. Pain and suffering causes me to not need a lot of help. When I get to a spot where I need help, I spin the little ring on my finger. The broken promises it reminds me of helps me to incorporate more pain and suffering into my story. I leave my computer to eat and go doctor's appointments but most of the time this is where I am.

Writing to get over the heart break Tobias Eaton has brought me.
The end! So, this is the end of the story! I've thought about writing another story... Actually I have a lot of it planned out in my head... Please tell me if you want a sequel!

Disclaimer: Veronica Roth owns Divergent, not me.