Chapter Nine-Myself
"Tally." I jerk awake as Mrs Matthews says my name. "Can you show me what order you would de-wire this 7 strand bomb?" She holds out her chalk and I walk to the front, taking it from her.
"Who planted the bomb?" I ask, she look a little put off.
"Does it matter Miss Youngblood?"
"If it's a secure bomb it does."
"Well it's not a secure bomb, it's a regular one." She sounds unsure. I study the diagram, the different coloured wires.
"Yellow, blue, red, orange, green, purple, pink." I place the chalk on her desk, without having used it, and walk back to mine.
"How did you know that?" Mrs Matthews looks shocked.
"I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you." I say, making the class laugh but I'm deadly serious and Mrs Matthews knows it.
"Class Dismissed." She says hurriedly, on my way out I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn to see Fours deep blue eyes.
"What you saw this morning, it wasn't anything.."
"That's why you asked her out then?"
"Um.."
"Four, I don't care if you like Lauren, but that was my first kiss and I thought maybe it meant something to you as well." He looks away as Lauren bounds up.
"Four come on, we've got PSHE next which means we get to learn about Tris Prior!! She's like my hero!!!!" She then turns to me. "Get out of here rat."
"Can't argue with that." I say and turn away to go to PSHE.
When I walk in I sit with Christina and am surprised to see Agent James and Agent Teller at the front along side Mrs Xander. They make eye contact with me and Miles even mouths 'we're sorry'.
"Class, this is Agent James and Agent Teller from the CIA and I am delighted to say this class has been given the opportunity to visit the CIA centre Tris Prior lives at and we are going to spend the day being CIA agents in training. We will also get to meet Tris Prior." Most of the class screams.
"WHEN MISS!!!" Lauren shouts.
"Tomorrow, you need to arrive at school at 8:30 and we will arrive at 9:30." Miss says smiling.
"Excuse me Mam, we need to head off." Miss nods and they leave, I know I'll be seeing them tomorrow anyway.
Christina shakes me.
"Isn't this great Tally!!!"
"I can't go. I've got a hospital appointment." She frowns.
"That's so annoying." I roll my eyes.
"I know right, I bet Four wishes he could come with me, he hates Tris Prior."
"He doesn't really, I think he fancies her." I scrunch my nose up at this and spend the rest of the day listening to everybody in my PSHE class getting hyper over the trip tomorrow.
When I wake up I'm filled with excitement that I get to be myself today. Pulling black skinny trousers on, they have patches of dark grey in and pockets by my thighs for knives. My favourite red-black vest top and my combat boots. I pull my straight blonde hair into a ponytail and head downstairs, grabbing three of my throwing knives, my gun and CIA pass. Putting them all in the appropriate pockets. I eat a breakfast bar and head out to Tori's Landrover.
"Hey Tris. Ready for today?" I clip my seat belt and nod.
"Ready as I'll ever be." She smiles and we drive off, me humming along to the radio.
A feeling of sadness washes over me as I walk into the familiar cavern known as The Pit.
"I'm going to go and see my bedroom." I say to Tori before running off. Jogging along the corridors and past countless CIA agents, all adults, who shout when they see me.
"Tris!"
"Welcome back girl!" When I reach my room I find the door unlocked but the inside is unchanged. The walls are covered in my handwriting, becoming better for the newer messages.
I WANT TO GO HOME
I FEEL LIKE IM DEAD
LET ME OUT
I'm not a Angel
Broken crayons line the floor and on one wall is a teddy bear, held there by a knife in his ear, his left leg and the right side of his stomach. Let's just say I was a disturbed child. Also on the wall is the three ravens tattooed on my collar bone, inside the largest in the what I was always taught since the moment I arrived.
'Your not normal Beatrice, don't ever show emotion, to anyone, it's what will get you killed. It doesn't matter if your 7 or 70, there's people out there who are lined up to kill you.'
Not exactly your usual bedtime motto for a distraught seven year old. Any other spare space is covered in black and white drawings of landscapes, people, anything. Along one wall are books, everywhere and on my bed is Uglies, the book I got the name Tally Youngblood from. I glance at the time on my phone,
9:29.
Great, they'll be here any second.
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Off to the hospital for my final checkup on my foot soon, I'll most likely post another chapter when I get back.
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Agent Tris
FanfictionTris has been part of the CIA since the death of her agent parents at a young age. But Tris is 16 and is bored of hanging around adults who are busy talking into earpieces and fighting. It's time for her to try out High School, but it's not as easy...
