Tris POV
A/N Hii so this is my first fanfic I hope that you like it and I would love to hear any ideas for how you want Tris to be and for C and D, I am really sorry is the grammar is bad I am dyslexic so I struggle with that kind of stuff please tell me. I am welcome to constructive criticism or ideas so please review I'll try to update once a week maybe more but I'm really busy so probably not. I really hope you enjoy this I was inspired to write a fic because of the great ones that I have read so enjoy x
I can't believe it first, I came first. I never even taught I would make it past stage three I didn't only survive I excelled. I see Christina come up to me beaming, "OMG WE ARE DAUNTLESS!" She drags me around the pit dancing happily, this is just how I imagined it, I am free forever. "Uriah is having a party tonight you have to come, you know what, I'm not even going to give you the option come on we NEED to go shopping."
"Uhhh Chis do I have to you know I hate parties every one gets drunk and there are fights..." I shiver as Christina cuts me off.
"Your going to love this party thought because 1. Four will be there, and 2. We're going to play Candor or Dauntless!"
"Wait what's Candor or Dauntless and why would I care if Four was there anyway?" I blush.
"Oh give over we are know you are together so we need to make you look fabulous and we only have three hours to do it, come on!" Christian says as she pulls me away in the direction of the shops.
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She pulls me into a small shop in the corner of the pit with short black dresses in the window I can't believe I got myself into this. I am slowly walking around bored out of my mind as Christina adds the tenth outfit to the massive pile she is holding, this is how she held onto the chasm, I think, you need serious arm strength for shopping. I find one dress that has a streak of deep blue running down the side like the colour of Tobias' eyes, it ends at my upper thigh and is backless except for a small very thin chain that would rest over my shoulder blades. I hold it up to Christina, "ok?" I ask hesitantly.
Chris squeals in delight, "perfect, I love it Tris if u can teach you about fashion then I can teach anybody." She hauls me through the shop to the changing rooms and hands me a massive pile of clothes that my arms strain under, "get in there and you have to try on everything then show me and we will decide what to buy and what to toss, ok?" Christina says excitedly.
"Yeah, fine" I mumble back. I'm not going to enjoy this, I still find it weird looking in the mirror for long periods of time and so often but I'm starting to lose my Abnegation habits now. I try on a tight black mini-skirt and a dark blue baggy shirt that is quite see-through, with a black tank top underneath. I peak my head out and Chris squeals but I'm still not sure it all seems a bit clumpy, "why so many layers, do I really need the tank top as well?" I ask her.
"Well duh because it's Candor or Dauntless, oh right, Abnegation, ok so we all get together in someone's apartment and someone starts and asks a random person, Candor or Dauntless, so do they have to answer any question your nominee asks or do you do a dare, but if you refuse to do your dare then you have to take off one piece of clothing." Christina explains. I am defiantly keeping the tank top on now, I will not strip in front of everybody.
