A/n: Hey you guys! I know it took me a long time to post this, but I recently found out my friend died, and I'm kind of at a bad point with my mental health, so I'm just doing the best I can to get this story completed. So, yeah.

Disclaimer: I'm not twenty-six, so therefore, I don't own Divergent.

Chapter Seven: Freefall, the First

I'm slowly adjusting to the new school, the new people, and the new situations going here poses. I'm friends with Christina, and her boyfriend Will, Zeke, and his girlfriend Shauna, Uriah and his girlfriend, Marlene, and Lynn, who prefers the solitude of being single.

The only bad part of all this, is that Christina loves to joke with people. She doesn't do it in a hurtful way, but she does it in a way that is like friendly joking. The only problem with this is that she doesn't always know if it hits a sore spot. For example, Christina loves to make jokes about how I could be a star softball player, because I can catch anything she throws at me. However, what she doesn't know is that's a sore spot to me.

I've about had it with her softball jokes. Like, can she just stop making them? Softball is a sport I love, but can't do anymore, because I can't see the ball.

Currently, she is making a really bad softball joke. Well, it was actually pretty good, but it was offensive to me.

I take deep breaths, and grip the edge of the table. Four rests his hand on my back. He rubs it softly, and I lean into him.

When we leave for O*m, I get the news that they are splitting us up, and we have to walk down to the shopping center. Mr. Jake and Four go first, and then Mrs. Emily and I set off.

After I pass the test, we go to the pizza place where we arranged to meet Mr. Jake and Four. When we get there, I spot Four and Mr. Jake waving us over. I walk over, and drop down in the seat next to Four. He put his arm around my shoulders, and I relax into this side.

Later that night, I decide to go to an art class the school is offering. When I get there, I design a painting. The only bad part of this is that my homework would have to be done on my own time, instead of the evening trips to the library with Christina, or the study hall they offer.

I'm settling down to do just that, when I remember that I left my backpack in the art room. I sigh, and climb down off my bed, and go to find a counselor. She insists I have to take someone with me, so I decide on Christina.

When we reach the arts building, I tell her she can just wait at the bottom of the stairs, and that I'll run up, and grab the bag. And I do just that. The problem comes in going down the stairs. I didn't want Christina to have to wait on me, so I try to run. Big mistake. The school has a low guardrail around the edge of the steps, and when you step in just the right place, you can fall over it.

The ground rushes up to my face, and I hear Christina screaming, right before I make impact. The world shouldn't be spinning this fast, should it? Is the last thing I think before my vision goes black.

A/n: Okay, so short chapter. I wanted to end it on a cliff-hanger, and I wanted to have a good place to start the next chapter. More excuses: I just got back from sports camp on Monday, had an audition on Tuesday, was at a friend's house, and in the car all day yesterday, so today is the first time I've had time to update. Okay, so thank you for the twenty-three reviews. I hate to ask, but do you think we can get to twenty-five reviews? Only two more! Lastly, review if you have ever made a C on a final exam. AL righty, audios amigos!

Bianca.

P.S. I'm really busy today, and don't have time to spell check. Please excuse any errors. Thanks!