Thank you all so much for your kind reviews! FaultInOurDivergentGames, your review made me laugh so hard! Guest and Lynda Loyde, your reviews made me smile. AubreyLovesTheGames, thank you. Every other reviewer, I read EVERY review on the story, so don't feel like you didn't help. You did! I just don't have the stamina to write out responses to every review right now.

BabyCrocodile, your review was my favorite, so PM me to find out my costume!

The rest of Y'all have to wait 'till friday! I don't own Divergent, all credit goes to VR.

It isn't Tobias. It cannot be. I know it's been almost a year since I've seen him, but the boy in front of be with bulging muscle, and a face like stone, rigid, seeming as if a single smile would crack his face, cannot be Tobias. But what a face it is. His nose is long and narrow, but in an attractive way. Like Tobias. His eyes are deep into his head, his eyelashes just begging to be touched. Like Tobias. And his eyes; dark blue, ready to get lost in, the most enticing part about him... just like Tobias.

As I realise that all conversation has halted, that all eyes have been focused in on me, and that I had been staring, I clear my throat. I am irritated at myself for seeming a fool. For dancing the barrier of good impressions and braking it, like glass shattered on a floor.

"Yeah," I clarify, carelessly sipping out of the crystal wine glass in front of me. "Yeah, my name is Six. What's yours?" His eyes, joking a moment before, turn hard and cold for a reason i cannot decipher, and his face grim.

"What makes you think you can talk to me?" This is definitely not Tobias. Tobias could never be so cruel. I don't want to make a sarcastic response because I would have reacted the same way, had it been a personal question, but after the staring accident, I need to keep my mask up more than ever. I need to let them know that I am Six, that I am toughf, that I don't take any shit from anybody, especially not from stuck up know it alls.

"It must be because you're so approachable." I remark, an arrogant smirk lit upon my face. "You know. Like a bed of nails." This earns a couple of wolf whistles, and I have to will my cheeks not to light on fire, his piercing eyes meeting mine half way across the table. I can't help but notice his lips tugging down into a confused frown. I can't help but feel proud that I carved emotion onto this stone replica of Tobias.

Throughout dinner, I could catch only a few of the sideways glances thrown at me by Caleb, but then again, neither could I ignore him. His brown puppy dog eyes sparkle with what I can only presume is a thirst for knowledge, putting my stomach in knots. I am torn. What do I do if he recognises me? Will it hurt me even more if the wary wrinkles of a childless mother are enough to mask me from those who I have spent my whole life with? Will I-

Ding, Dong!

The sound of a door bell breaks any lingering thoughts on recognition and betrayal, and leaves me to wrack my brain on why anybody would be at the door after dark. Today was a friday, no doubt, because Starbucks had given me a free coffee earlier this morning, as an 'End of the Week' special. It was late October.

Or was it November? October... what happens in October...

"Oh my god, I total forgot to tell you T-Six! It's Halloween!" Christina's outburst causes all peoples eyes to fall on me. Again.

"Wait, you forgot it was Halloween?" Zeke asks, an incredulous look spread across his face. I nod, my thoughts flurrying like dandelion fuss being blown upon a wind. Halloween? How could I forget it was Halloween?

"Oooh! Does this mean I can dress her up?!" A preppy girl, whose name I had gathered to be Marlene shouts. After sensing my confusion, she explains. "Remember when you were a kid and you want door to door Trick or Treating? So in our neighborhood, after 8:30 the adults go out, scavenging more... adult candies. One house handed out little bottles of Tequila last year." The thought of repeating a child practice brings my mind away from the problems at hand, and I let a smile creep up to my face.

"Come on. Lets get you a costume."


My hair can be compared to a hornets nest under the pink plush hat. It wraps around my head, steadying itself with a pink velcro at the back of my neck. I have to admit, Christina did do a good job with my pig make up. The pink smokey eye that reaches up to my eyebrow is certainly a detour from my usual black CoverGirl eyeliner. Sparkles outlining my face give me a glow under certain lights, casting out my pale complexion. As I sit on My bed, waiting for the other girls in the mansion to 'Find Christina's Soul Costume', I am surprised to find Lynn sitting beside me.

"Don't mind Four." She says, referring to the one I thought was Tobias. "He can sometimes be a dick, but he's a nice guy once you get to know him." I am surprised by Lynn's words, as they seem to be an act of peacemaking, but stay silent, wanting to pertain to any calm side of this wild girl that I can.

"Ready to go?" Christina pops back into the room wearing a skirt a bit too short to be acceptable, and a pair of plastic wings. A fairy.

"Yeah Chris." I respond. "Ready to go."


The stench of alcohol wafts through the air, giving forgotten candy wrappers littered on the streets a sinister look. Four walks slightly in front of us, him seeming agitated for a reason I fail to read. Surely he wouldn't still be sulking since I told him off. Would he? After one too many drinks from random strangers, whose names my drunk accomplices cared not to speak, my purse is full of things that would surely leave a pounding headache in the morning. No,drinking on October 31st isn't exactly what I call smart. At the mansion, our parting of ways is met with silence. Am I really the only one who is sober enough to talk? If I scream to the earth the sorrows of my forbidden mind, would my words bear the lingering scar of acceptance upon all those who cared to listen? No, on nights like these when I am the only one around to bear the weight of the world, I am once again reminded that I live in a solitary forest, where I am ugly enough to forbid the whispers of the trees. That I am alone.

Plop! The noise of the Vodka lid snapping just propels the liquid down my throat. I had tried to find the back yard, but had gotten lost in the maze of winding hallways, and eventually found this balcony that stretches to the West of the house. I had begun drinking in a sitting position, but now I lay sprawled on the ground, the salt water drips on my face freezing as they come in contact with the unforgiving marble floor. The burning in my throat only blurs my vision even more, with what I feintly recognise to be tears. I slowly let myself drift off into oblivion. Sadly, the dim light of the moon is not enough to keep away my nightmares.

Wow. That was a downer, right? So anyways, my costume! I was a...

A Pork Taco!

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