Disclaimer: I don't own this stuff. I don't even know Veronica Roth, let alone know her.
I'm in the dojo, working on my roundhouse. I focus all of my emotions onto that one target. I spin and kick with all my strength. My sensei is pushed back slightly by the force. I go again, again, again.
I think about the kids that torture me at school They taunt me and tease me. They have even hit me. I never hit back. I don't know why. I always freeze. They call me stiff, slut, whore, and even c***. They never let me be.
Today is Saturday. I came here around 9. Right now it is 10. I will be helping with a starter class. I am a third degree black belt. My sensei holds up his free hand signalling me to stop.
"How are you going to introduce yourself, Tris?" my sensei asks me. His name is Jackie.
"Ok, I will say this: Hello, everybody, my name is Tris. I am a third degree black belt. I will be helping you guys. You will all be starting as a white belt. Does that sound good, Jackie?" I ask for his permission. He nods his head.
"The group will be around you age. I'm going to get a quick snack. Be nice to the newbies while I'm gone," he smile and walks away.
A few minutes after sensei left, my group came in. I had my back to them, so I obviously couldn't see who was taking the class. I could understand their conversation.
"Wasn't that hilarious."
"The look on her face was priceless."
"After learning this class, we can really beat her up."
I am wondering who they are talking about, but I want to keep listening, so I don't turn around.
"Tris is never going to stand a chance."
Oh no. This is my group. They are my bullies. I turn around. They stop talking and look at me. I have my hair in a ponytail and have in contacts, so they don't recognize me. I usually have these big clonky glasses on. My hair hides my face.
"So, can you show us a roundhouse kick. There is a bully at school that hits us," Four lies easily. They have never heard my voice so I decide to speak.
"Fighting is not how to solve problems. You will need to learn self defense for what you are experiencing at school. I will still show you a roundhouse though. You," I point to Four, "hold this target above your head." He walks over to me and takes the target out of me hands and lifts it above his head. He is standing relaxed with his signature smirk on his face. He is acting as if I can't do a thing. I get into my stance. I focus on my breathing. I swing and kick the target with full force, knocking him on his ass. His friends burst into laughter.
I give my hand to him. He sneers at his friends while I help him up. Once he is up, he squints at me. Then, realization hits his face. He lifts his arm up, and swings a punch towards my face. I grab it with my hand, step forward, grabbing his forearm with my free hand, and flip him over.
He just lies there on the ground, moaning. I relax out of my stance at look at the rest of my class. They have shock written all over their faces.
"Hello everyone. I am a third degree black belt. I believe you know me already. My name is Tris."
So how do you like it. If I get at least 10 reviews asking for Four's POV, I will do it. Thanks for reading.
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