Just another Story
Chapter 2
Kay called me just after dinner. "How much trouble are you in?" She asked.
"Not much, maybe a week of being grounded." I say.
"Oh. What are you going to do?"
"I might look at all the stuff my father has collected." I say. There is nothing else for me to do. Father will be at work and I am out of school of the summer.
"Have fun with that. I'm going to the pool with Riah and Sam. We'll miss you." then she hung up.
The rest of the night was peaceful. Father was sitting in his armchair while reading the news. I went over to our bookshelf of stories that dad has told. My favorite was when my parents were by the chasm.
We reach the end of the path and stand at the bottom of the chasm, where the rocks form unsteady ground, rising up at harsh angles from the rushing water. I lead her up and down, across small gaps and over angular ridges. My shoes cling to the rough rock. The soles of my shoes mark each rock with a wet footprint.
Then I just skip to the part I like the best.
For a second her light eyes are on mine, and she's quiet. Then I touch her face and leaned in close, brushing my lips with hers. The river roar and I feel its spray on my ankles. I grin and pressed my moth to hers.
For a few mines we kiss, deep in the chasm with the roar of water all around us. And when we rise, hand in hand, I realize that if we had both chosen differently, we might have ended up doing the same thing, in a safer place, in grey clothes instead of black ones.
After reading almost the whole first book all the way through I decided to go to bed.
My room was a mess. Clothes everywhere. My walls we covered in pictures of Riah, Kay, Sam, and me. Photos and painted ones. On each wall there is one of the five faction symbols, Candor on the right, Amity on the left, Erudite by the door. But Abnegation and Dauntless share a wall. My bed placed in between them. A little black tabby was snoozing on my grey sheets. I heard my father's government-issued phone ring.
"Hello?" my father answered. I crept closer to the main room just to hear what was happening on the other end.
"What no, it can't be! When? They can't do that. They didn't have my vote!" my father worried. He slammed the phone closed. Then went to pace around the room. Soon enough he sunk into his arm chair. "Jordon come out I know that you are there." he said. I slowly walked out of my cover and into the room. My bare feet shuffling across the cold hardwood floor. "I need to tell you something and there is no way for me to stop it." he said. I pulled a pillow from the couch and plopped it on the floor then I sat on it. "What is it dad?" I ask.
"They are bringing back the factions."
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