A/N: Another NEW story! This one might hit home for some of you guys. It's going to be present day with the Divergent characters, but there is a new chick. She will change the perspective of the whole present day thing with the Divergent characters. Her name will be Emmeline (pronounced Em-a-leen), but will go by various nicknames throughout the story. She will be Four's little sister, who wants to be big and brave just like he is. You will follow her, Tobias and Tris throughout a different story then most of the ones on FanFiction. Oh, and there may be a little bit of a plot twist of the best. Who knows what it will be. Long Author's Note, I know. But now for the story:
***Tobias's POV***
The walls are closing in around me. Their gray concrete features sends chills down my spine. They close in slowly, soon to be trapping me with in their boundaries. I start to feel cramped even though there is still a lot of room between the opposing sides. The walls remind me of the closet my dad stuck me in with Emmy for our punishments.
Where's my sister? I look around, wanting to find her. I have to make sure she is safe. I look around the area swiftly, wanting to find her. Instead I discover my dad on the other end of the space between the slowly closing walls. My sister magically appears next to him. "EMMY!" I yell.
Marcus's face reveals anger, disgust and disappointment. "STOP!" I scream, but it doesn't seem to faze him. He somehow decides to sling off his belt, fast. And I flinch knowing how bad the leather of the belt feels. Marcus then swings it back, ready to hit her, my sister, his daughter. "Four," she yells, "Four."
The belt swings over her head and I close my eyes, and hear the impact. I scream in horror, knowing what's hitting her skin. I feel the burn singe my own skin.
"FOUR!" She yells in terror and fear, "Four!"
I am shaken out of my dreams by Emmy. Or well nightmares. I have been having more and more lately. The more our parents fight, the more Marcus swings off his belt, the longer he locks us in that closet, the worse they get.
"Four," she says softly, "You were screaming."
"Sorry Em," I say. She's right. I was screaming. My throat feels some what raspy, and with the nightmare that still lingers in my mind, I had a reason to be. Emmy is safe next to me, kneeling by my bed, hand on my shoulder. I see the sunlight shining in through the dark blue curtains of my light that manages to peak through the dark curtain reveals her dark brown bed head, which exposes to me that she hasn't been up long herself.
"You didn't wake me up with your screams Four. I woke up on my own with the alarm I et last night. Do you remember what you said?" she pounders.
I shake my head, what did I tell her?
"You told me to wake you at five because you had football practice again this morning," she says, reminding me that I have practice this morning. Coach would kill me if I was late. Emmy stands up from her kneeling position beside my bed. She almost hits her head on the fan hanging from the ceiling of my room. Her height, which is close to my own, reminds me that she is only a few years younger than me.
"Thanks for waking me sleepy head," I say.
"Let's get ready fast, so we can get off to school before dad gets up," she says, reminding me of the fear in my dreams. Emmy also doesn't want to run into dad. I wonder if she shared my nightmare, or just has fears of her own. She usually takes most of her anger out at her martial art lessons, but sometimes you just can't take all your anger out on a bag.
I pull the blankets back and my sister leaves my room, shutting the door covered in football posters, behind her. I pull a pair of athletic shorts on, along with a black short-sleeved compression t-shirt. I pack a pair of jeans and another t-shirt in my football bag to change into after practice. I throw a towel into my bag for my shower after practice. I slide on a pair of my blue Nike Airs, and walk out of my bedroom, trying not to make much noise.
When I glide down the stairs I see Emmy pulling her hair back into a french braid in front of the mirror in the living room. She is already dressed in her usual pair of jeans and Under Armour sweatshirt.
I tread into the kitchen and get underway the making of both her and I lunches for school. I pack hers with a ham and cheese sandwich, apple, goldfish, and the last strawberry kiwi Capri Sun. I put leftover chicken from the night before on bread, grab an apple, a protein bar, some Oreos, and pack them in my lunch bag. I decide I also need to grab two protein drinks to put in my bag to drink following the football practices before and after school.
I stuff her sack lunch in her blue and black backpack. Then my protein drinks in my football bag, and my lunch sack into my blue and green backpack.
By 5:45, we are both walking out the door of our brick house towards the street, where I parked my shiney black Jeep Commando. We put our school bags in the back seat of the marvelous Jeep. We get in, and both her and I buckle up. I put the key in the ignition while she turns the stereo on to our local radio station. She turns up the song when she realizes its Counting Stars by One Republic. She starts singing along as I pull out of the driveway. We are off to school without a run-in from our parents.
We get to school and notice there are few vehicles in the parking lot since its so early. Most kids don't get here till two hours after us. Usually the only people here this early are the football team, some teachers, the morning detention kids and the academic clubs, that don't meet after school. We get a spot close to the football field, to spare us the walk.
Emmy and I climb out of the Jeep, then grab our bags from the back seat. With our bags in hand, we slam the doors, and I lock up the Jeep. Emmy follows me to the football fields, then she walks over to the bleachers, sitting in her usual spot in the front row, where she has the perfect view of the practice. She starts pulling out some notecards she needs to study for a test she has today in biology.
I walk into the locker room where almost all of the team has already arrived and are putting on their protective pads, and training jerseys. Zeke greets me with a friendly wave and I walk over to my locker, that is right next to his, ready for another practice.
A/N: Hope you guys like the story! Review with any suggestions or predictions and let me know if I should keep going with this story.