Hey guys, I've been so inactive for a while now but I have some time of school and I'm gonna dedicate lots of it to finally updating something on here. So this is an idea I've randomly had for a long time and I decided to turn it into a fanfiction. Hopefully you'll enjoy and be sure to review as I could use every idea or bit of advice. Anyway here is chapter one, two should be posted very soon :)
Divergent and it's characters aren't mine though I wish Four was ;)
"You do realize complaining isn't gonna make it any colder." Christina hopelessly flaps her hand in front of her face in an attempt to cool down. She then uses the same hand to swat at me for saying that. It may not seem like the best idea to walk two miles in this heat but I don't even want to imagine being inside a bus right now. "Come on. Only two more streets to go." Will encourages as he drapes his arm over Christina's shoulder, making them walk a little faster. Uriah and I stay where we are, giving each other a knowing glance as Lynn walks in what she seems to think is a straight line, right beside me. "Guys, save the googly eyes for later." Uriah says as he puts a hand on each Will and Christina's backs and ushers them forward. "You're one to talk." I say, nodding my head towards marlene who has one headphone in and seems to be avoiding this conversation. Even Lynn snickers at this. "Finally!" I hear Christina. I look up and see that she meant my house. It stared right back at us from it's second-last place on my street. I think that maybe I should've warned my parents that I was bringing over five people.
I bring out my keys and unlock the door. To my relief - and I'm sure everyone else's - we are hit by a wave of cool air drifting from the living room fan which continues to whir. I drop the bags containing the few items I bought today. "Just sit anywhere I'll be back in a sec." Everyone disperses among the two perpendicular couches fitted snuggly against the walls. I then make my way into the kitchen and fill up a glass of cold water practically to the brim and guzzle it down without taking a breath. As I am putting the glass down, I hear the TV turn on followed by the increasingly loud arguments coming from each person. Guess I'm not going in there right now. I pull my purse off from where it was hanging on my shoulder and drap it over the banister of the stairs before beginning to climb them. "Mum! I'm home!" I probably should have said something earlier. "Sorry I didn't tell you I invited people. It was kinda last minute and we needed somewhere to kill a few hours." The only response is a continuous silence. "Mum? Dad!" The TV volume suddenly increases so much, I can practically hear every word from upstairs. I lean against the door of my parents' room but no one is inside. "Someone turn that down before we get complaints from the neighbors!" I yell across the entire house. I guess I wasn't really helping my case. My mother's phone goes straight to voicemail so I decide to leave a message. It was a Thursday after all and she could be caught up at work.
After a few minutes, I decide to go join my friends downstairs. And turn that damn TV down. As I reach the living room door, I am met with an empty room. They must've gone into the kitchen. I walk in but I am met with not five faces but maybe ten, twenty. "What the hell?" I breathe out. Bad idea. Everyone had panic written all over their face. Even Lynn's eyes were red and brimming with tears. I was so in shock that only now did I notice the gun tucked into the waistband of every person. Besides my friends of course. "Tris! Get outta here, go!" Uriah is screaming at me and I am too busy in my thoughts to register. His words are met with a swift blow to the side of his head, knocking him out. Now it was my turn to scream. I run into the living room again and fumble hopelessly with the landline only to find the cord to be disconnected. Stairs. I think. So I run to them and rapidly tear open my purse, pulling out my phone. Bad idea.
Before I could even think about typing a number, strong arms wrap around me from behind causing my phone to drop out of my hand and shatter. I heard the smash. I don't get to squirm for much longer as one arm has moved from around my ribcage to over my face, holding something moist and white. A wet wipe. I'd seen this in movies and honestly it felt so unrealistic I could almost laugh. Almost Christina then makes eye contact with me from the other side of the hallway. She was in her own fight and didn't seem to be doing any better than me. He moves his hand over my mouth and I start mentally yelling at myself. Breathe out. Breathe out. I breathed in.