Disclaimer: Don't own Divergent, never will.


Tris POV

The all look at me in shock for a few seconds. All at once, they all start shouting. I can't understand who is who.

"You are just faking what you just did!"

"We are still better than you!"

"Nobody will ever like you!"

I begin to feel dizzy, when I feel someone punch my face. I fall back. Before I encounter anymore damage, I here Jackie (Yes, as in Jackie Chan) come in.

"What is going on in here?" he yells. Everyone goes silent. I jump off of the floor, treating him with respect. Four speaks up from his place on the floor.

"Tris bullies us at school. She beat me up. Don't trust her," he whimpers out.

"Tris, we will talk about this later. You may stay and train until this lesson is over," Jackie states emotionless. I didn't miss the look of disappointment in his eyes though. Four smirks from his place on the floor as he struggles into a standing position.

I walk over to the punching bag. I kick, block, punch. I do many complicated combinations. I focus all of my emotions into this. I swing the bag violently, causing all eyes on me. I grab the sandbag, slowing it. The group goes back to the simple block-punch combo.

I walk over to the mats sitting Indian style, putting my hands on either knee. While I meditate, I try to clear my head of all thoughts. Sadly, I cannot rid my mind of what happened yesterday.


Today, in gym we had some self defense. I was sloppy, because I don't want them to have another reason to pick on me. If only they knew I was a black belt. The look on their faces…

We learned the basic blocks. I knew them of course. After, we did a mile around the track. I run every morning to keep in shape. Around 3 miles every day. The mile would have been simple enough, but I walked so I wouldn't be picked on.

You would call me a coward probably. I would, too. I am honestly scared of them. I have thought of suicide, but physical activity has always brought me out of the dumps.

After the mile, I walked into the girls' locker room. Everyone finished about 15 minutes ago, so I was one of the last in. I put my gym clothes by my locker carelessly. I grab my school clothes and put it on the bench by the shower. I put a towel by the clothes. I jump into the shower to rinse off the little sweat off my body.

When I step out of the shower, I notice that my clothes and towel are missing. I am walking around in the bluff frantically searching for my clothes or a towel. I discover something else: Shauna, Marlene, and Christina. They come toward me. Christina pushes me over. They start to kick me. They kick my stomach, my face, and my back. Why am I not defending myself? Jackie would be so disappointed in me. After about 15 kicks, they leave laughing. I lift myself off the floor, wincing.

I get to my feet, and limp over to my gym locker. I unlock it, and grab my glasses. I put them on and sit down on the bench. After about a minute, Molly comes in. Molly is a big girl. She isn't overweight. She is just huge. Really tall, and muscular. I walk over to her. She looks at me with disgust on her face.

"You know I'm not gay, right," she states with a small chuckle.

"Sorry, but my clothes were stolen, including my towel. Could you, by any chance, give me some clothes to wear. Please," I beg.

"Oh, okay. I just want them back after they are washed. Sorry about what happened to your clothes. If I was in here, I would've helped," she sympathizes. She is just amazing.

"Thank you so much. You are a life saver." With that, I grab the extra clothes and slip them on. I put on my shoes, that were surprisingly not stolen, and walk out limping with my head held high. They all snickered as I walked by. I couldn't not notice that Four was videoing me. What a jackass.

When I am about to my locker, I hear my name. I turn around seeing the principle.

She waves her hand indicating she wants me to follow. I walk into her office and sit down.

"Why were your gym clothes in my trash can?" she questions me. I have no idea if I should tell her. If I tell her, Four and his lackeys will get in trouble. If they get in trouble, I will get hurt.

"I'm sorry. I have no idea. My clothes were stolen, and I guess the thief put them in here," I state.

"Do you know who did this?" she questions with concern. I shake my head.

She gives me the clothes wishing me a good day. I bring my stuff back to my locker. I unlock it, throw the stuff in, and grab my phone. I leave the school, since gym is the last class of the day, and jump into my rusted red pickup. When I'm on my way home, I'm so thankful that it is Friday.


All these thoughts come flooding into my mind. How will they treat me after knowing about my secret? Will I still teach them? Will Jackie believe me or them? Should I stand up for myself finally? Should I try my best in sports, and show my true worth? Should I befriend some new people? Should I finally be me?


Hope you like it. So I have an idea of where I want this to go. But I need more ideas. All the plot ideas I have received are awesome. Just because I didn't use them in this chapter, doesn't mean I won't use them at all. Also, if I use your idea, I will give you full credit for it in one of the author's notes to praise you. Please, 10 more reviews and I'll update. Include plot ideas. They are life savers. Thank you all for the help and support.

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