I am not Veronica Roth. I wish I was though.
Chapter 1
Tris POV
I am shaken awake, but I roll over and ignore the big hand that is on my shoulder. I don't want to wake up; I want to stay here next to Tobias. Next to my husband.
"Ten more minutes. Please?" I plead, pulling myself closer to him.
"We have new initiates that will be here in less than an hour, Tris. We need to get up." Tobias sits up, and pulls myself up with him. I get in the shower before him and quickly get dressed in my black jeans and v-neck shirt that fits me well. Thinking of Christina I line my eyes with eyeliner and brush my lashes with mascara. Tobias gets ready faster than me, so we are could be able to make it to the net in time. We walk down the hallways with our fingers wrapped together.
"How many do you think we will have this year?" Tobias asks me.
I have to think about it for a few seconds, but I answer surely.
"Five."
"Fifteen," he says grinning.
"You are on! If I'm closer, you make dinner tonight!" I laugh running from him, but he runs fast and wraps his arms around me.
"I love you Tris," he says as he presses our lips together.
"I love you too."
As we walk down the hallway, we run into Christina and Will. Christina is wearing a tight fitting dress that shows her baby bump. Will has his arm over her shoulder. They were married the month before us and got pregnant about two months later.
"Hey Christina! Where are you guys going?" I ask.
"We are headed to the infirmary! This is our last check up! Four weeks left!" Christina and I both squeal. The boys both roll their eyes and lean against eachother. They've gotten just as close as me and Christina.
"We've got to go get the initiates. We will see you later okay?" Christina nods and heads in the opposite direction of us.
When we reach the net, the first jumper is just hitting the net. She is wearing all grey with her brown hair in a knot. It must be an Abnegation.
Tobias and I pull her off the net and help her get her balance back.
"What is your name? Choose wisely," I say, winking at Tobias; he said the same thing to me when I jumped. The memory floods my mind and makes my face go red.
"Becca," she says shyly.
I grab her hand and throw it up. "First jumper: Becca!"