THIS IS THE SEQUEL OF 'THIS IS WHAT LIFE IS' SO, IF YOU HAVEN'T READ IT, PLEASE DO, BECAUSE YOU WON'T UNDERSTAND A THING FROM THIS STORY, THANK YOU!
Well, hello guys! So you must have been waiting a long time for this sequel. With no further ado, here is the first chapter of The Night Sky.
P.S.: The translation will be underlined and in italic.
Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent, Veronica Roth does.
Tris' P.O.V.
"Seriously! I can't believe you freaking paid for the whole trip. You could have let me pay, at least, my plane ticket." I told my friend, leaning my head against the beach chair.
"First of all, I still can't believe you don't say the 'F' word. Second of all, how could I not pay for the whole thing?" Skylar asked, glancing at me sideways.
"How could you not?!" I said, both shocked and surprised.
"Well, isn't it obvious? Let's just say that this is your birthday gift." She tried convincing me.
"No it is not 'obvious' to me and, by the way, my birthday was a month ago." I informed her, a small smirk on my lips.
"Then, take it as a late birthday present."
"You actually did give my 22 birthday present on the day I got that age." I stated, remembering the day.
"Well, I'll repay you as soon as I can manage to get the amount of money you spent. I don't even want to think about how much this hotel coat you!" I added, letting out a sigh, closing my eyes.
"Yeah, you'll do that when I'll be-" Sky started, only to be cut out by someone.
"Excusez-moi, Mesdemoiselles." A server said. (Excuse me, Misses.)
Skylar and I were in a famous hotel, in Paris, France. We had arrived here just a day ago and we wanted to relax because the jet-lag we have gone through before we'd go explore the city. And being in a 5 star hotel, the workers would always come and ask you if you needed anything.
"Veuillez m'excuser de devoir vous interrompre, mais est-ce que je peux vous servir quelque chose?" She asked. (I am sorry to interrupt you, but would you like to have something?)
"Oui, je prendrais bien une bonne limonade froide." I informed her, looking at Skylar, a smile on my lips. (Yes, I will be taking a good cold lemonade.)
"Hum, oui, moi prends bière." Sky struggled to say, I couldn't help myself, as soon as the 'waitress' left, I laughed out loud, clutching my stomach. (Hum, yes, me take beer.)
"Hey, don't laugh at me, it's not my fault I didn't listen during my French classes during high school." My best friend mentioned, acting hurt.
"Oh come on, yes it is."
"Well, you were not the normal kid back then."
"Yes, yes, but saying that will not change the fact that you are not good in French." I told her.
The conversation ended there with my friend pouting, but not offended, and me reading my magazine. The server came back to give us our drinks and left as soon as she came. Sipping my drink, I glared at Skylar and she clearly was bored. This trip was for us to have for time together since we didn't have any because of work and our social lives.
"Hey, do you want to get out of here?" I asked her.
We didn't want to go swimming in the interior pool the hotel had, so, I thought that taking a little bit of fresh air would be a good thing.
"I thought you never were going to ask." Sky said, smiling.
"So, where do you want to go?" I asked.
"Where do you think?" My best friend questioned.
"The Eiffel Tower." We answered at the same time.
Then, holding hands, we started jumping around in front of our hotel.
"Gosh, we're still acting like 5 years old kids, even though we've been adults for 4 years now." Skylar stated the obvious.
"I know, but how could we not. I mean, we've always wanted to come." I replied, my eyes admiring everything they made contact with.
"Ok... Let's see." Sky said, as we started walking.
She pulled out of her hang bag a small pamphlet that she had taken at the hotel. It was a map of the surroundings of the hotel, which included all the roads we had to take to go to our destination.
"Do you want to walk or take a cab?" She asked me.
"The first option is better." I responded, after analyzing the situation.
"Good because that was my choice."
With that said, we directed ourselves to The Eiffel Tower, with difficulties. We constantly had to ask someone for help, scratch that, I always had to ask for help. The only excuse Sky had was that she couldn't speak French well. But, finally, after going into a lot of trouble, we managed to get at the foot of the Tower.
"It's even prettier in person." I sighed, as I stretched my neck to look higher up in the sky.
"I know." Skylar replied.
"Come on, let's go by the tickets." I said, dragging my friend with me.
"Why did we decide to take the stairs, again?" My friend whined, while I was completely enjoying myself.
"Because if we had taken the elevator, we wouldn't have had enough time to admire the city." I explained for the umpteenth time.
"But it's so hot..."
"I told you not to wear jeans and a black T-shirt." I shook my head at her.
"Well imagine if it was to be cold, you would have been freezing in your black short and white loose tank top. And then, I could have laughed in your face." Skylar told me.
"Yes, I know that you would of. But, now, I'm the one who's feeling completely at ease and you're the one who's sweating your pores out, 'cause you didn't check the weather. Guess who's laughing now?!" I replied, pulling my thong out at her.
My relationship with Skylar had always been... complicated, I should say. We usually were always sarcastic to one another and sometimes, it would get out of hand. We would end up hurting each other, but eventually, we would up apologizing. All though, the things that are said can never be erased. Occasionally, I would end up thinking about my past, wishing that Christina was at my side. No, no, I can't think about her. No. it would just bring back the thought of...
"Hey, are you fine? You've been silent for a moment." Sky mentioned, cutting off the course of thoughts that were unwrapping themselves from the places I had hidden them.
"Yeah, just day dreaming, I guess. Don't worry, it's nothing." I lied casually and smoothly, even though my heart was sinking as I said those words.
I smiled to reinforce my statement, to make it believable.
"It's so beautiful to see the world this high up." My best friend informed me.
"Yeah." I confessed.
I needed to enjoy the moment and not let my past ruin it.
My friend was leaning over the railing, to look down, the wind pushing her hair back. Skylar was the typical girl. She had brownish-black hair, brown eyes and a perfect body, but I never envied her. I was perfectly content of my body, even though I was small. She loved chick movies, shopping and boys. Like any other human being, she had qualities and defaults. She was sociable, but self-centered, not that that is at times. She was a nice friend, but loved having the attention. Like I said, the typical movie girl.
"Sky, I think those boys are checking you out." I told her, nodding subtly at the guys that were a few feet away.
"Oh, I know, but I'm not the only one they are looking at." She turned her head towards me, brows raised.
I glanced at the young boys and noticed that she was saying the truth.
"But you know I can't." I responded to her gesture.
"You are correct, but neither do I." She told me.
"Ok, I can, but I don't want to." She added when she saw the look I was giving her.
"This trip is about us and us only. I won't let those men get in between us."
She came towards me, hooked an arm under mine and pulled me to the next staircase.
"What do you mean by: "I lost the map?!" I asked Sky.
"I don't know, I can't find it anymore."
I sighed. It looked like I was going to have to ask for help, again. I wrote hotel name on a paper because, sure I knew how to speak French fluently, but I simply couldn't pronounce the name of the hotel we were staying at. I glanced up and I saw a man wearing some sort of suit walking close by. I quickly ran towards him and called him out.
"Monsieur! S'il vous plaît, attendez." I screamed through the whole street. (Mister! Please, wait.)
The other pedestrians gave me both a curious and exhausted glare. It did not matter, I just wanted to get back to my hotel room and for that, I needed the directions to go there.
The man turned around and I noticed that he was wearing sunglasses. I caught up to him and regained my composure, running in 2.5 inches high heels was certainly not a good idea.
"Désolée de vous déranger, mais est-ce que vous pouvez m'indiquer le chemin à prendre pour aller à cet hôtel?" I asked, lifting my own sunglasses to rest them on put of my head. (Sorry to disturb you, but could you show me the path to take to go to this hotel?)
I showed the man the rectangle shaped paper and he read it.
"Il vous faut marcher tout droit par-là, après prendre la gauche et encore la gauche. L'hôtel se trouvera sur cette rue-là." He replied with a small accent, he was probably an immigrant from another country. (You will need to walk straight in that direction, after take a left and again a left. Your destination will be on that road.)
He pointed in a direction as he said his words.
"Merci, merci beaucoup. Vous me sauvez littéralement la vie." I informed him, thanking him with a big smile. (Thank you, thank you so very much. You are literally saving my life.)
I didn't give the stranger a chance to respond to me as I turned around and walked towards Skylar.
"It is my pleasure, Tris." The man yelled loud enough for me to hear.
I stopped dead in my track, resulting grunts from the people that were walking behind me. I close my eyes, hoping I had imagined what I heard and that I could walk away, but I knew that what was happening was not a dream. Deep inside, I knew that an encounter like this would eventually happen, but I didn't want it to be now, I wasn't prepared. I let out sigh and spun to face the young man.
"Tobias."
Well guys, that all you get for now. I know that this chapter is very confusing, but it will all explain itself later on. I'm sorry if the beginning of this chapter was a little weird and crappy. You can see that the girl's name that won was Skylar, you will soon learn which boy's name won. I would like to thank Emb104, fourtris4, Stuff, Divergent1315, jabc4, divergentalltheway, Fourtris1115, Guest, wellthen44, 5FightingFactions, dancingnarwhal, Guest and Marley for reviewing to the last chapter of This Is What Life Is, which was an author's note. So, I want to know that you think happened in this chapter, even though it is not clear. What is Tris doing is Paris and why? How exactly Tris met Skylar? What is Four doing there? I NEED TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT THIS CHAPTER, PLEASE... Also, this is totally off context, but I was wondering if you had already read any of these series: The seer by the author Linda Joy Singleton or The Wolves of Mercy Falls by Maggie Stiefvater. If you have, could you suggest me books in those same genders. And if you haven't, you really need to read those books, they are simply amazing. You know what, I just need book suggestions. Also, I need to Fangirl about them with someone, so PM me.
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