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Chapter 4

Aaralynn

After our third practice, I decide to walk around the Dauntless compound, maybe its because I need to think about my family maybe its because I really need to stretch too. We've been practicing our kicks and punches for a few weeks, my hands have been split and cut, then all those healed, and now they're callused. My father has been relentless in practice. Always yelling at me to get better, making do things that the others don't have too. I understand that the adults have all been trained to fight before, most by my father, but the others, they don't get yelled as much as me. "Hey sis what's up?"

I turn my head a bit to see who that's directed too, but I realize its to me. Granger is walking towards me in the crowd with a brown paper bag and a smile on his face. "Oh hey." I mumble.

"I take it your not used to being called that."

I shake my head, and smirk. "No, nope, never had the chance."

"Me either, I just wanted to try it out."

I nod and then I shake my head. "What?" He asks.

"How do you have that damn smile on your face? You just got your ass handed to you by Jared." I cross my arms and tilt my head a bit. A habit I developed when I want information.

"Well first off, I let Jett beat me because someone needs to fire his ego. I figured that he's only the best fighter when someone is there firing and his ego. Also I already beat the shit out of him incase you forgot, then when I got home I got my ass handed to me, but hey my mom wants me to be safe. Second, tonight is breakfast-for-supper night, and that's the most exciting night ever. Hence the brown paper bag." He lifts up the bag and smiles.

"Hmmm...what's so special about that?"

"Want to find out, Mom would be happy to have you over too."

"Sure, I guess I'll have to tell Dad." Its odd referring him to 'Dad' and not 'my Dad'. I guess its just weird having to share a person with someone else.

"He can come too." He leads me down the hallway to the elevator. We walk in and he pushes the number four.

I tilt back and forth on my heels. "So um...this is kinda of a personal question, but, I was wondering, um... how come you aren't as freaked out about having another parent, let alone another sibling? Or am I just un-normal?"

He clicks his tongue and shrugs. "Well I always knew I had a father, I knew he was alive. Last year, before I even knew him, I thought that he was the worst son-of-a-bitch for leaving my mom. Then she told me the real story. They told me stories when I was young about Chicago, so I knew it was real. So I guess I got over it because it wasn't her fault and it wasn't his fault. She told me that I have a sister too, so I was prepared when I met you. I guess its different for you because you thought that your mother died in the war, but she didn't and she's alive. So maybe I'm the not normal one for not freaking out, but I can tell you to try to give Mom a chance. She's not that bad and she really wants to get to know you."

I nod because it makes since. "I guess you can be right, my father never told me about Chicago and the war, because I guess its his way of protecting me." I kick the rug of the elevator and then the door opens.

"So you don't have a gluten allergy right?"

"No."

"Great."

We walk down the hall to apartment 46. "Fun fact, this was Dad's apartment." He grabs a key and opens the door. He struggles with the door for a moment. I then take in my surroundings, its secluded from the rest of the compound. Definitely my dad's.

Some kind of rock music blasts from the apartment as soon as Granger opens the door. "Hey Mom I brought over Aaralynn!" He shouts through the noise and he gets no answer. "She must be in her room, she'll be out in a bit. Until then make your self comfortable my home is your home, literally." He walks through the house with his shoes on, and leads us towards the kitchen.

The apartment is cozy with heat radiating from the heater, which Granger shuts off. "Sorry if your cold, I'm a hockey player so to me its boiling in here."

"No it was warm to me too, I play hockey also. I don't just get random cuts from not doing anything." I show him my wrist, which I get stitches out of next week.

"Nice, got a scar like that too on my neck." He shows he the scar which heeled over, so you see a faint line on his neck. "Hey I'll be right back, I need to go talk to Uriah."

I nod and he leaves. This gives me a chance to look around.

There isn't really much to look at in this place. Boxes are scattered everywhere, newspapers litter the floor. They must still be unpacking. A few pictures of Granger hang on the walls, over the dark blue futon. It may not all be much but it looks like a home, it somehow works.

"Granger?" The noise comes from the hallway and Tris walks out in a giant sweatshirt and leggings. "Oh hey Aaralynn when did you get here?"

"A few minutes ago with Granger, he said he needed to go talk to Uriah."

"Oh," She pushes her hair to one side of her neck, "Uriah was still fighting when I left." She walks over the futon and starts to fold the blanket that lies on it. "How are you doing?"

"Fine." I answer awkwardly and tuck my hair behind my ear.

"Sorry about getting you wrapped in all this fighting, it wasn't intentional, but..." She trails off.

"It's whatever...although it is kind of fun to learn about how to fight and shoot guns though training sucks."

She laughs and places the blanket on the futon. "Doesn't it? Your father sucks as a trainer. Though you end up amazing after he teaches you everything, but going through it again was not my idea of coming back to Chicago and having 'fun'."

"No kidding. I swear Christina is going to throw something at him each and every week."

Tris is about to say something back when the door opens and in walks Granger, Uriah, and my father. "Look what the wind blew in." Granger says.

"I see, where did you put the flour?" Tris says crossing her arms looking Granger straight in the eyes. She has this 'mom' stance that makes her intimidating, but Granger must be so used to it that he doesn't even notice.

"The kitchen." He walks in farther towards the kitchen, "Still on the counter where I left it. Right Aar?"

I nod as we all walk into the kitchen, where the music is pounding. Flour sits all over the counter so it looks like it snowed, the new unopened package sits neatly in the corner. The whole situation looks so ridiculous its laughable. "Uriah!" Tris screeches.

"Mhmmm..." He says walking towards the counter.

"You left a huge mess! I leave you in a room for five minutes alone and its a huge mess!"

"It's not all mine." He brushes some flour off the counter and flicks it at Grangers face. "The cat could've done it too or your dumb dog."

"Bear is in the bedroom." Tris says crossing her arms, "And he's not dumb, he has more character than that cat."

Then this huge chocolate lab comes running right towards me. I hear Granger yell something but I just smile and open my arms. I love dogs, we had a dog when I was little but he died of cancer a few years ago.

The dog hops on me his huge paws lie on my shoulders. "Hey boy." I pat his head and his tongue comes out. "Your a good boy aren't you?" I coo at the dog.

He hops off of me and heads towards my dad who pets him. I'm pretty sure that they are easily the same size.

"Okay." Tris claps her hands and says. "Well then Uriah get started on the muffins and I'll get started on the pancakes, Granger clean up around here, and Tobias, "She looks at me dad, "why don't you makes some orange juice for us, and Aaralynn do you want to help me with the pancakes?" I nod and walk over to Tris. She is currently throwing oranges at my dad who is catching them all and juggling them slightly.

When Tris and I get done making the pancake mix we start actually frying them. Uriah is pacing around the kitchen waiting for his muffins and Granger is idling messing with a small pile of flour that lies on the counter. "Hey Tobias I'll by you a drink if you eat a whole orange peel." Uriah says. His eyes have an evil glint to him and his smirk is dangerously close to a leer.

My dad looks up from the juicer towards Uriah. "Three drinks from the Pedrad's for free? Your on." My dad grabs an orange peel.

"You are not seriously going to eat that." Tris and I say at the exact same time. Uriah mumbles freaky.

"Yes, yes I am." He picks up one orange peel, rips part of it and places it in his mouth. He makes a funny face then shoves another one in it. This is repeated for another about five minutes. "Ha I did it," He says afterwards then gags. "And it was gross."

"No shit Sherlock." Tris says.

"A free beer from Zeke and Uriah? Come on you know would take it." He smiles, and then takes another peel and holds it out for her. "You try it. I'll by you a drink if you eat it."

"No." Tris says backing away.

"Come on." He walks closer, smirking.

"No."

"Why not? Are you chicken or feeling a little stiff?"

"Tobias you were a stiff too." She is moving closer to the flour.

"Come on Tris your stiff is coming out." He throws a peel at her.

"Tobias." She says warningly.

"It's just a peel Tris." He throws another one at her, smirking. "What are you going to do about it?"

She smirks back. "This." And throws the whole bag of flour at him.

A big poof of flour covers the room. In the haze I see Tris shut off the pancakes and run out. My father looks shocked for a minute then runs towards Tris. I look at Granger who looks right back at me, and we stay like that until they come back, Tris thrown over my father's shoulder. He sets her down in the pile of flour that's on the floor then runs behind Uriah. Tris gets up and throws a bunch of flour their way. It ends up coating Uriah's face. He wipes off the flour and then takes a bunch of orange peels and shoves it down my father's shirt. My dad jumps around the room for a second. My mother then throws more flour at him, but it ends up hitting Granger, which makes her start laughing really hard. Granger grabs a handful of flour to chuck at Tris, but she jumps behind me and all the flour nails me. Surprised, I shake the flour off and run to get more. My flour ends up hitting Granger and my father in the face. I laugh and run behind the kitchen table.

We continue this for an hour and a half, the whole room is a haze of flour, and were all laughing so hard that our sides hurt. This just might be the first time in my life that I feel like my family is complete. I have a mother, a father, and even a brother. Were all the same people who are light-hearted and want to have fun. I like this life.

And done. Sorry this chapter was so full of nothing, but hey sometimes you need chapters like that. Until next time.