Here is my new story! Yay! Writing with a headache, so I'm sorry if this sucks.

I researched how much it would be to get to London, England from an airport near where I live. It was $1500 per person! -Just rounding up there.

GREENDAY MOTHA TRUCKAS

Tris POV

I'm running... I think. I look around me at the swirling, dark, scenery.

That's right- And for the sake of my story- I'm running away. I'm a 16 year old freak, as everyone liked calling me.

Except for Lynn and Christina. They're my best friends. Were.

Just then, even more swirling lights enter my vision. This time, they're red and blue and are accompanied with a piercing siren. My own mother called the cops on me.

I drop to the ground, crying with my hands up. The police get out of the car and try to coax me into it.

"Beatrice, I'm Sheriff Johnson. You have to get into the car, okay sweetie?" Sheriff Johnson says.

I shake my head. Not when he's treating me like a baby. I proceed to curl into a crying mess. From there, everything is just a blur.

I think Sheriff Johnson picks me up and puts me in the car.

All I know is that I'm exhausted. So, I fall asleep.

"Christina, look what I can do!" I shout in a frilly voice.

A ring of fire bursts up out of my hands and explodes into a firework.

"Wow! That's cool, Trissy. How'd you do that?" She asks.

Just then, Christina's face darkens and she is twisting and turning, being lifted slowly. She slumps to the ground while I scream.

I bolt upright in my bed, screaming bloody murder. How the hell did I get here?

My mom comes rushing in with bed head. "What's wrong?!"

"Nightmare." She nods slightly and gives me a look before leaving.

Why would my mind do that? The first part- Before the twisting and writhing- was true, a good memory. We were only 5 then. So imagine me as a tinier me. And with an even flatter chest.

I get out of bed and glance at my plain black clock. It's 5:21 A.M. Means I have to go to school then, right? Face all the evil bullies... Witness them calling me a freak... Now, they'll tease me about running away.

I start thinking about all the physical pain they have cause me too.

Like when Tobias flicks me every freakin' morning. Or when Zeke smacked me. And when Peter tried to sexually assault me. That earned him a third degree burn.

And the emotional pain, it's worse than the physical. It gets to me.

And then there's Christina and Lynn. I don't even know if- I scream in anger and singe a picture I was holding of us together. I throw the flaming picture on the ground and stamp on it.

I leave it there and put on my fake smile. I throw on a random tee shirt and jeans and I'm out the door with my nerdy brother yelling at me.

This is short and confusing. But I have it all planned out. And right off the bat, NO ONE IMPORTANT DIES.