This is a new divergent story. I do not own divergent/
Tris POV
(Age 10)
I am walking home by myself today. Usually I would be with my elder brother Caleb on the bus, but he is ill and I gave up my place to an Erudite man. It starts to rain, so I pull my flimsy hood over my head.
Suddenly, I hear a cry. Around the corner of an abandoned alley, I discover a boy. He is wearing abnegation clothes and is crying.
" hello?" I ask.
He whimpers at the sound of my voice.
I walk over to him, crouch down next to him and place my hand on his shoulder. He looks up at me in shock. Physical contact is restricted in Abnegation.
" are you ok?" I ask him.
" no," he whispers.
" why not?" I am curious now. His eyes remind me of someone.
" my father. Marcus. He beats me."
I feel sorry for him now, and wrap my arm around his shoulder.
" I'm Beatrice." I say.
" Tobias"
We have not said, but I know we are friends.
I notice that he is shivering, so I pull my coat off and pull it around his shoulders. He winces.
" I'm sorry, tobias, is it hurting terribly?"
He nodded.
" come on."
I stand up, then offer out my hand. He takes it, then pulls himself he is up, he quickly lets go of my hand. I understand.
I walk him to his house, which is opposite mine.
" Goodbye, Beatrice." He says.
I bow my head like my father has taught me.
When he is inside, I walk into my house, careful not to let the door slam. I walk silently to the small kitchen area, and see that my father and Marcus are sitting at the table, discussing work in hushed voices.
" hello Beatrice,". My father says. " why are you soaking wet? You must be freezing!"
" it's ok, father,. I gave my coat to Tobias, because he didn't have his."
Marcus tenses at his sons name.
" well, Beatrice, before you catch your death of cold, I suggest you go upstairs and change. Oh, and give this to Caleb." My mother tells me.
I do as I'm told.
When I knock quietly on Caleb's bedroom door, I hear a weak voice saying
" come in,"
He looks bad. His face is pale and he has dark circles under his eyes.
" here you go," I hand him a bottle of water.
He unscrews The lid, then takes a gulp of it.
" Beatrice... I think I'm going to be sick..."
I pull the bucket that is at the side of his bed up and he vomits into it. Poor thing.
I half run, half walk down the stairs to see my mother.
" mum, Caleb has been sick."
" Oh, right. Beatrice, could you mind the stove for me please"
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After dinner, I go to bed, thinking of that boy I helped today...
