I stare at a girl with straight, blonde hair. Slight curves,a long nose, and piercing grey eyes.
That girl is me.
For the first time in two years,as i look observe my reflection, i can't help but notice that i look different. I'm no longer a weak girl. I am strong, fierce, brave.
I recently moved to Chicago because of my dad's new job. It wasn't hard to let go of my past; I had all the right reasons to forget it.
My family and I had gotten into an accident the night we were celebrating my 14th birthday. We got hit on the side by a drunk driver, and my mother went into a coma. My father and i were fine, and the most my brother Caleb suffered from was a broken arm.
Every single night, we waited for her to wake up. I read her favourite books to her. I sang, too.
Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. I was losing hope.
One night, i was alone in the room with her. I sat on a chair beside her bed, and grasped her hand. Suddenly, the steady beat on the heart monitor was slowing.
I pressed the button on the side of the bed for a nurse."Mom," i began,"If you're listening. I just wanted to say...i love you."
I was finding that the words were getting more difficult to say.
"I know you're going soon. It's okay, it's alright. I'm right here, right be your side, and i always will be."
I pressed my lips to our intertwined hands and didn't bother to wipe the silent tears streaming down my face.
There were nurses running around the room trying to attend to her but i was too lost to even care. I knew she was going: i could feel it.
The monitor went silent.
I was depressed for a really long time. I felt empty. My first year of high school and i couldn't even crack a small smile...I was known as the fragile girl who blocked everyone out of her life.
Here i am now,in a new state, going to a new school. A fresh start. I vowed to myself that i will be strong, because she would want me to be.
After finishing up in the washroom, i head over to my closet. I pick out some casual and comfy clothes to wear: black harem track pants,and a stretchy but fitting long sleeve shirt. I apply mascara and lip balm-
minimal makeup. I feel like myself.I walk downstairs and quickly nibble on a banana muffin. After I'm done i grab my backpack, slip on my grey Vans and a leather jacket. I head out the door, walking to the bus stop. Caleb goes to a different, more "advanced" school, and my dad is always away on business trips nowadays.
I show the bus driver my ticket when i step on and find a seat at the back. I stare out the window trying to concentrate on the way the sunlight shines through the clouds, but i can't seem to get the nervousness out of my system.
Finally, i stand in front of my new high school. Dauntless Secondary. I take a deep breath, and with my head high i walk into the school.
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Falling
FanfictionA short story about the gang in modern day AU. Fourtris will happen eventually. Contains some mild language. //I do not own divergent,Veronica Roth does//