Just another Story
The gun felt weird in my hands. No way would my parents agree to this. They stopped the reset of the city, well one did. My father adopted me. But I know "my mother" through the stories he tells. Or he told. I am nearing my sixteenth birthday. When my father and mother were sixteen they had to choose a home in one of the five factions, Abnegation, Candor, Amity, Erudite, And Dauntless. Both my parents were originally from Abnegation then they transferred to Dauntless. That is where they met. My father was her instructor. They worked through wars to make this city a nice place.
Now back to the gun. My friends dared each other to do it. So we sunk into the War Center, also known as the Dauntless Headquarters. They had practice guns just lying there. "Come on Jordan you're missing out." Mala said. Mala and I are like sisters. Well she's my cousin, if my parents ever got married. My mother's brother Caleb got married and had a kid. Then there's Riah. He's cool. His dad and my dad are best friends. Zeke, my dad's friend, named Riah after his brother, Uriah, died in the same place that took my mother. Kay is just like her mother, who was my mother's age. "What would her father think?" Riah taunted.
"Her father held a gun before, Riah. Just like my mum." Kay said. We all have heard the same stories around the same dinner table.
"Give me a gun." I say. Sam, Kay's older brother, held one out.
"You sure about this? What if we get caught?" Sam asked.
"Sam stop being a worry wart. We won't get caught. Our parents were Dauntless. The stuff they did was more dangerous than shooting a target with plastic pellets. So give me the gun." I held it out like Riah did one hand to hold it the other to steady it. Just as I was about to fire I heard my name, or my mother's name. "'Tris! Uh, Jordan put the gun down." My father said. He didn't even give me a chance. The gun left my hand and my father's grip replaced it. "What have I told you? There is no need to pick up a gun EVER!" he said.
"But you did. You knew how to shoot and I want to learn." I argue. He starts leading me out the door.
"Being able to shoot a gun will not help you in the future. It only brings you guilt and longing. And you three better get home before I tell your parents." my father said.
"Yes Tobias." they all said and ran out the door.
"As for you, Jordan, you are grounded." Tobias said. He leads me to the car with is hand on the small of my back the whole time. And I know why. Tobias taught my mother how to shoot. I look like her, more than Uncle Caleb does. My small frame and blonde hair but my dark blue eyes are a perfect match to hers. Our friends say that I am a perfect combination of both. I don't know how. My father and mother never got to it. I am in no way related to both their families.
We were in my father's government car. The windows were too dark to see out of. We did not speak the whole way home. I got out of the car first. My coat and shoes were off before my father gets inside. "I am disappointed in you." he said.
"I know." I say not looking at him.
"You remind me so much about her. That is why I protect you. It feels like I'm protecting her." He says sitting down at the table.
"But I feel like you are taking away my freedom that both of you fought for." I say.
"I just want to keep you safe Jordan." I went over and hugger him. I felt his tears wet my back.
"I love you Dad." I Say.
"I love you Jordan." he said.
Nothing was going to separate us. Father and daughter. Together forever. Pretty soon that was all going to change.
