Hey all! I feel like absolute crap today. Yay. That means another chapter for you!

My update patterns are going to be all over the place until I can find a good day(s) to update. Sorry for any inconveniences!

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Tobias POV

"Zeke! You bastard!" I yell, running out of the bathroom and hop on to an unsuspecting Zeke.

"What the he-" He falls face first with me on top of him, crushing him.

"This is for the mustache you drew on my face last night. You're too immature." I get off of him and shove him over. "I shall get you back." I eye him.

"What is all this ruckus, Tobias?" My father comes in. I cringe in fear by instinct. He gives me a look with so much hate. With so much... Burning.

Zeke scrambles up and brushes his clothes. "It's my fault, sir, I played a prank on him. I'm very sorry. Sir."

Marcus leaves with a disapproving look.

"Thanks, Zeke," I mutter and go into the bathroom.

I walk into school with Zeke and his brother, Uriah.

I see Tris, with her slim body. She's so small.

"What's up, shorty?" I walk up behind her and flick her head.

She turns around and I see an evil glint in her watery eyes. "What's up is you teasing me. I have had enough of it, okay? You're a freaking jerk and I hate it. What happened to being friends?" The freak darts towards the girls' bathroom, crying.

"Dude, that girl hates your guts," Uriah says, walking up closer.

I nod and stare off in her direction. 'What happened to being friends?' I think. 'What does that mean?'

The late bell rings and we run to class.

I'm so glad this is my senior year. I get to leave Marcus behind. And that flame throwing freak.

Zeke, Uriah, Zeke's girlfriend, Shauna, Uriah's girlfriend, Marlene, Lauren, and I are sitting at our usual lunch table.

"Dude, did you hear that Shorty McBlondie tried running away last night?" Zeke says through laughter.

"What? No," I say, shaking my head.

"Well, she did."

"No duh, Zeke." I walk towards her lunch table where she sits alone. Weird. She usually sits with Christina and Lynn. I see them over at the nerd table.

I hear her sniffling. I flick her in the back of head before I sit down next to her.

"Now what do you want?!" She yells and a tissue she was holding went up in flames. Everyone stops talking and looks over at us. "I'm so sick of it and you!" She grabs her sloppy joe sandwich from the lunch line and throws it at my face.

I wipe the burning slop out of my eyes. "Tris, what the hell?!"

"You're the living burden on my life!" She yells and runs out of the cafeteria, crying.

"Living burden, Tobias?" I hear Lauren say across the cafeteria.

Two days later~

There's missing posters up of Tris, now. She ran away with a note saying don't come looking for her because she's fine.

Now I feel I drove her away.

"Dude, you look horrible," Uriah says with Zeke behind him.

I sprawl myself out on my bed. "I feel like I drove her away. She went missing the day she threw that crap at me."

"Face it, you're a bully." Wow. Thanks for the support, Zeke!

I smack his arm playfully and sigh.

"Maybe it's like those stories. She is trying to find a way to get rid of her freak powers," Zeke suggests.

"Maybe."

Tris POV

I sit by a fire, warming myself. Ironic, because I have some sort of horrible freak power. I don't know how it all happened.

I'm running. Gonna find a way to get onto a plane to England. Or somewhere cross Atlantic.

I know they spell favorite like favourite. And color like colour. They pronounce schedule with the 'ch' sound. I sigh and extinguish the fire.

I walk off into the darkness, my stomach growling.

I can't stop thinking about what I did to Christie not even a week ago.

Flashback

"Christina, wanna mess with my powers?" I ask, giggling.

"Sure!" She replies and we go into the backyard.

I make a fireworks show thing. A flame lands in Christina's hair and explodes. We get thrown back from the force of the explosion.

I crawl over to her body. She's bleeding from the head and I'm bleeding from my leg. I scream and scream until my mom comes.

She calls an ambulance and when they get here, there's still a chance she can live.

We get there in less than five minutes.

About an hour later, we find that she has major burns and head trauma. She'll live. (A/N I'm so lazy. I'm not in the mood to google how long she needs to recover. Don't hate me.)

"And I realize now that I'm a freak. I nearly killed Christie. Maybe it would be betters or me to run away and never turn back," I thought that night, limping into the emergency room for my leg.