A/N Hi! Warning: this story has long Author's notes, so feel free to skip these. Unless, of course, you wish to know the details of my amazing life story. So, this chapter is really short, but the other ones are longer. Hope you enjoy! Please keep reading. Eventual Fourtris. Review? Please give me suggestions! First fanfic, so please go easy on me! (For those of you that have read the other one on my account, my brother and I wrote that together a really long time ago, so basically my first.) Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my iPad, cello, and homework.
-JelloCello
A/N Hello everyone. So, I have faced some troubles, but this story will be continued under the account of lamebutsecretelyawesomenerd1. This is still JelloCello, just under a new name. More explanations to anyone who wants it. Just know that this account is no longer in use. Thank you, I love you all.
Are you kidding me! This can't be happening right now! I don't have time for this. Think...think...think
Even if I got out of the car and ran, I wouldn't make it in time. Plus, with this huge deadweight on my back, I could barely even walk. Ugh. Traffic.
While I sat there, I thought back on how I even got into this situation.
It all started when I moved to- No. Before that.
Right. It all started around my fifth birthday. I had started lessons earlier that year and was having my first recital soon. I was so stressed, I could barely make out a sentence. Breath! I can't! My clothes were covered in an invisible layer of stress and panic. As my brother, Caleb, walked in, I relaxed. Next to his seat was a boy with dark blue eyes. Tobias. We were best friends since forever, and he gave me a thumbs up. Before I knew it, my turn was up and I had officially survived my first cello recital!
"Wow. That was really bad," said Tobias after the concert was over.
"Oh please. Why don't you try playing cello, then?"
"Why don't you try violin, hmm?"
"Hey! You had two more years of training than I did! Plus, you had two more years of life."
"Alright," he held his hands up in surrender. "Case closed?"
He handed me a brownie with a bite taken out of it. I took it without hesitation.
"Case closed."
Two weeks after that concert, Tobias moved away. I never saw him since. Before he left, we made a small design on two pieces of stone. We had taken a stone and, somehow, broken it in two. The two pieces fit together perfectly. On them, we drew a flame inside of a circle. We called ourselves Dauntless. Just the two of us, partners in crime.
After he left, I vowed to myself that I would practice hard every day until I saw him again. When I would see him again, I didn't know. I just knew that I had to be better than him at one thing. He had always been the older, more mature version of me. He was better than me at everything. I wasn't jealous. In fact, I was motivated. But as I grew better, so did he. He was always just out of my reach. And as I watched him drive away in the taxi that was headed for the airport, he slipped farther and farther away.