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-randompersonwholovesdivergent
chapter 4

After English, Four and I walk to told me that during free period we get to go to homeroom. Luckily for us, our homeroom is the same as our art room. I pick up a paper and pencil on the way in. We sit together for a while. I pull out a book and start reading. I feel Four staring at me. I look at him.

"What?"

"You're reading."

"So?"

"I'm sorry to say this, but that's Erudite. And before you say anything, I'm telling you this because I want to help you. You better not let Uriah or Zeke catch you reading of your own free they're going to have something to prove that you're "Erudite"." He says, making air quotes around Erudite. I close my book, and put it back in my bag, my face burning in embarrassment.

"Is drawing ERudite?"

"Not neccissarily. But I guess since this is an art room, you could draw."

"Thanks."

"No problem."

"I'm not really used to Dauntless yet."

"Trust me, you will be. You said your goal in life is to be free, right? Well, that'swhat Dauntless is, or are as I should say,: we are free."

"Great. That's good to know." He nods. I start to draw an bird breaking free from chains, and flying out of a gray cage. I check my watch when I'm done. The bell will ring soon. I look at Four. He put his head down and is sleeping, I guess. I touch his shoulder tentatively.

"Four? Four. Four!" He still doesn't move. I shake him lightly.

"Four!" The bell will ring in a minute. I tilt his head and he opens his eyes.

"Four, the bell will ring in 30 seconds." He nods, and sits up. We get our bags, and head to music class when the bell rings.

After music class ended, I quickly walked out of the classroom, swung my bag over my right shoulder,and walked to self defense. I didn't need to wait for Four or Zeke. I turn right down a hallway.

"And where do you think you're going?"

"Self defense, Zeke, where else?" Zeke and Four remain silent as we go. When I reach self defense, Zeke and Four sit on either side of me. I don't like that. I'm claustrophobic, and I always like sitting at the end of rows. I feel like they are surrounding me. I start fidgeting and feeling uncomfortable. I try to find a path for me to escape, but I can't. My breath quickens and my heart pounds. My eyes dart around the room. It becomes harder for me to swallow.

"Tris, are you okay?" Four asks me. I hear buzzing noises. All of a sudden I feel hot, and then really cold, and then burning cold again.

"Tris?" I can't think straight.

"Tris?Tris!" Someone is shaking me, I don't know who. I can't see clearly. I feel like the walls are closing in on me.

"Move-back-need-space-breathe-" I gasp out. Whoever it is moves back quite a lot. Far enough for me to calm down. All of a sudden, someone is taking my arm, and leading me out of class. The noise quiets down, it gets cooler and stays that way. I can see clearly again. I am leaning against a locker and Four is looking at me in concern. I am shaking violently.

"Tris, what happened?" I shake my head. He sighs.

"Come here." He opens his arms outwards a bit. I walk over to him. He enfolds me in his arms carefully. I hesitantly put my arms around him.I bury my head in his chest, and I can't help it. I start sobbing. He wraps his right arm around me and moves his left hand through my hair.

"Tris,what is it?"

"C-claustroph-phobia." I choke out. He presses his mouth to my hair.

"Do-do you want to talk about it?"He asks carefully. I stop crying a bit. I pull back enough to look at him.

"I don't know you much. Why would you want to know."

"I-uh, it's kind of complicated. I- I just want to help you." Now it's my turn to let out a long, un-vocalized sigh. I close my eyes and rest my forehead on his shoulder.

"It came from one of my fantastic childhood punishments. When my father was still at home, he used to physically abuse me, and well, after each beating, he used to shove me into the closet, which, at times was full of our winter jackets. Well, then I became claustrophobic. He left us when I was 14 years old, but he stopped the physical abuse when I was 12, so yeah. Then he started the verbal. He had an excellent vocabulary. Yeah, that was my life." I realized that Four had stopped moving and stood still. I hear footsteps coming down the hall.

"Four, Mr. Amar's wondering where the hell you guys-" he stops short when he sees us. Four quickly releases me.I don't see anything wrong with Four, but apparently Zeke does. He runs up to Four. They start talking quietly. I catch some of the things that they are saying.

"Don't want-to experience-she went under the same thing-not fair- doesn't deserve-no-but-Zeke, listen-" That was Four.

"But she did anyways-look, please-not here-not now, no- Four, listen- you can later- Later, Four, later- not, no. Not now. Let's just get back to class." Zeke motions for me to follow. By the time we get to class, the bell rang. We get our bags. Now for the class I have been waiting for all day. I resist the urge to run. I am still kind of shaken by the events of the previous class, but I am excited, too. When I get to the changing rooms, I run down the five flights of stairs. I meet Christina.

"Hi, Tris! Ready for soccer?" Soccer! I love soccer! I jump up and down in excitement.

"Yes,yes,yes,yes,yes, and yes! I LOVE SOCCER!" Christina smiles at me. I grab my sweat pants and black sports T-Shirt and bolt to the changing rooms. When I'm back at my sports locker, Christina asks me "Sooooooo,how was your last class?" My smile disappears, and I tell her everything.

"I'm so sorry, Tris. I didn't know that."

"It's fine." I say. I tie my laces, and we run up the stairs two at a time, and race to the soccer field. I beat her by two minutes. She runs up to me, all out of breath.

"2 minutes."

"And- you're- not- out of - breath?"

"Nope!" I say. We start laghing at the way I popped the "p". Soccer was absolutely amazing. Four and Zeke were captains. Will, Christina,Uriah,Lynn, a bunch of others and I were on Four's team, and the rest were Zeke's. Four and I were forewards, and we scored all the 10 goals together. I scored 6, and Four ironically score 4. Lynn, our goalkeeper let no goal in. I have to say, Zeke being the captain and goal keeper sucked being goal keeper. No, actually he was quite good. He blocked 5 of our shots, but still let 10 in. I think about this as I change into my regular school clothes.

"Chris, I'll text you my address later. I got to go, bye!" I yell as I leave.

"Bye, Tris! See you later!" I head to the training room. It was fun. We learnt how to throw knives. And I learnt that Four lives on the same street as me, because he dropped me off today. When I get home, I take a quick shower, pull on jeans, a gray T-Shirt, and the sweatshirt the school gave. Christina comes, we do homework, and then she takes me shopping. I come back home, and drop to the carpeted floor of my room, and sleep right there.

So, how was this chapter? Did you like it? Please review and tell me what you think about it. I was supposed to add the knife throwing scene in, but decided maybe later. Looks like Tris doesn't need to get into too much trouble on her first day. The next few chapters might be in Four's POV. I really enjoy writing. Thank you if you review! I'm open to any ideas. I do have a lot planned, but if you give me an idea, I might try and squeeze it in. This offer is included for any chapter. Just kidding about the "offer " thing, but seriously, I can do this for any chapter until and unless I've already moved onto the next chapter. If I have, and the idea is really good, I might even go back and change the chapter just to add the idea in. See you later!

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