Agent Tris

I'm sorry I'm me okay?

Chapter Eleven-I'm sorry I'm me okay?

Tris's POV

I walk to school the next day wearing a black fake leather skater skirt with a black tank top and a unbuttoned red checkered shirt over it. Black jelly shoes with chunky heels and my red hair flowing free. No braces on my leg and wrist. Tally 'recovered'. I feel eyes on me as I walk through the gate, everyone keeps looking from me to Peter, who is Standing on one of the picnic benches. I see my friends Next to it, frowning and glaring at me. Four among them.

I stand in front of them with my hand on my hip, suddenly all the other students create a ring around me with Peter and my 'friends' in front of me on the bench. Peter waves a book in my face, oh my shit. Uglies. The book I got my name from.

"Where were you yesterday Tally?"

"Why does it matter to you?" I snap.

"Don't lie to us Tally. We know who you are." Four says. I laugh.

"You know what. I thought you guys were my friends."

"Tally would never act like that, she would run off. Just take off your wig and tell us your real name." Christina pleads.

"You know who I am, so why not." I take the contacts out my eyes to reveal the blue-grey colour and pull the wig off my head, letting my bottom rib length blonde hair flow free. I hear gasps and I decide to Mess around.

"Hi, my names Beatrice."

"Your....Prior, I've been....my idol." Lauren stutters.

"Yeah, you've been a bitch." I say, Peter jumps down and comes to stand in front of me. Shoving me backwards, trying to be intimidating. I sigh and pull out my gun.

"Back. Now." I order and he does it quickly.

"I could just call the police." Peter threatens shakily. I just laugh.

"Yeah, and when you tell them Tris Prior is pointing a gun at you they'll cut off the call immediately and delete any trace of it happening. I'm not stupid."

"How do you know they'll do that?" Zeke asks, looking scared.

"Because everyone threatens to do it. And some do. I really don't get what your all so afraid of. You were standing in a room with me yesterday. You've learnt about me all year. What's scaring you?"

"The gun.." Marlene trails off.

"Do you want me to put down the gun." Everyone nods, I click the bullets out and place them in my pocket before throwing the gun on the floor.

"Thank you." Four says, glaring at me.

"Don't look at me like that. Yes, I know what you Said to me on my first day was true but it doesn't matter anymore cause this was my only chance at being a normal teenager, and guess what. It's over."

"You shouldn't have tried, your a CIA agent. That's where you belong." Four says. I glare at him.

"Do you think I had a choice?" I snap, they all look put off. "When Miles told you I was locked in my room all day, it's wasn't because I was traumatised, or dangerous, it's because I was their prisoner. At seven, i was put in handcuffs and treated like I'd murdered the president. Your the selfish ones, who take being able to hang out with friends for granted, having a boyfriend or just being able to go outside. I can't do ever again. So I hope your all happy." I don't shout, i don't cry. I don't even speak with emotion. What's the point? I've kept it bottled up for 9 years, it's too late to break now.

I turn around and see Tori standing by the gate along with Miles and Theo. I push through the students and head towards them, my head down and tears running from my eyes.

"We're sorry kiddo." Theo says, ruffling my hair. They begin to lead me to the black Landrover waiting on the curb when I hear a gunshot. I spin round, my eyes red and almost scream.

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Sorry, I said I'd post a chapter last night but my dad was like
'The wifi's running really slow so I'm going to turn it off until tomorrow.' And I'm like dying because I'm reading a fanfic and trying to post the chapter and then...

NO WIFI ANYMORE :(

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