HAHAHAHA I FOUND A WAY TO PUBLISH ON MY PHONE. anyways I don't own Divergent, Veronica Roth does.
Everyday this girl, with purple hair and tattoos, stares at me. I feel as if I should know her. But I have no idea who she is.
Her eyes remind me of Kira, the first jumper of the group, when we were initiates. I haven't seen her in weeks, it is possible that she may be dead. I try not to think of that, I don't have time right now to get emotional. Kira was the only other initiate I got along with, everyone was in it for themselves. But she was kind, always giving help to those to asked. She never said anything of her home life.
I leave my thoughts behind and walk towards her, she is sitting at the fountain. And she looks like she's deep in thought.
I am standing in front of her, I turn around. I feel hesitant to ask her who she is. I hear a tapping sound, I turn around so I am in front of her again. I notice she is tapping her right foot on the ground and is blatantly glaring at me.
"What is it?" She asks quite rudely. I stare at her, she is still glaring at me. I decide to just ask her the question.
"Do I know you?" I ask out of curiosity.
Her glare intensifies, and she folds her arms across her chest.
" Yes you know me, we were best friends. Tobias or should I call you four?"
She stares at me, she isn't glaring at me, but she isn't smiling either. I am surprised at what she said, the only one I could think she was talking about was Kira.
I hesitantly ask if she's Kira. She full out laughs, I was not expecting that at all.
She speaks " They call me Three now but yeah, it's Kira." I was astonished, I couldn't believe that this was Kira. Small, dainty, Kira, who always apologized for seeming less unimportant things.
"Yeah it's hard to believe innocent little Kira, became this." And she gestured to herself.
And I compared Old Kira to the new Kira. Old Kira had black frizzy hair, light freckles, a pair of glasses, and was extremely short and clutzy. And had a calming presence.
But the New Kira has short straight bright purple hair, she lost her glasses, she's pale white, has tattoos, lip piercings, and ear piercings all the way up to the cartilage. She is also taller than she used to be, she's shorter than me but only by a millimeter. She carries herself in a stiff, angry posture. I couldn't help but notice that her chest grew as well.
I was curious as to why she was called three. Did it mean she had three fears?
"Kira why is it that your nickname is Three?"
Her face flushed, and she clenched her fists. She giggled and said "I'll tell you when you're older."
I was so confused, and flabbergasted "But I'm older than you!" She just shook her head, and asked if I wanted to get food with her.