My name is Beatrice Prior but you will probably recognise me as my nickname, Tris. In the journal Tobias and I wrote he said that I had died. Oh but was he so wrong. In the moment when David cornered me I kicked his hand, making the gun fly out. I caught the gun and shot at David but it turns out David had already used all of the bullets. He put his hands in his pockets grovelling and when he put his hands I knew I was going to die in his hands he had a gun and 1 bullet. David aimed at but I guess he didn't have the heart to kill me . Instead he put the gun down and said,' Go away. Go far,far away'. He gave me a bundle of cash and told me to start running before he starting shooting me. I nodded and ran straight for days, only stopping to get food and sleep. I finally found a beautiful city called New York and bought a home there. I got a job at the police station and adopted a teenage girl who I named Natalie and a 7 yr old boy who I named Andrew, in honour of my deceased parents.I write this in hope that Tobias will read this and come back to me.

Writing Hopefully,

VI