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Chapter 8
The next day, we get to go to the fence and learn about Dauntless jobs. I can't wait to get there. It's going to be the closest to home and my family then I have been for over the past decade.
I was up before 4:00 in the morning. I wasn't able to go back to sleep so I got up and went to the training room. There were two punching bags hanging so I walked up the one closest to be and practised some punches and kicks.
Before I chose Dauntless, I was watching some of the Dauntless train. They have different workouts depending on what they are working on. I remember a few of the exercises. After a few punches and kicks, I move on to sit-ups. After twenty, I do twenty more punches and kicks. Twenty squats go back to the punching bag. I decided to do the one thing that I missed doing as a workout, running. I do a sprint one way, jog back and sprint again. I do it until I feel my legs about to fall off. I look at the clock near one of the doors and notice I have been running for the past half hour. Then I move on to push-ups. My arms may have gotten more muscle but I still can't do them for my life.
"You have to look straight ahead and squeeze your butt." Startled by the new voice coming from behind me. I look around confused and see Four standing by the door.
"What?"
"If you look straight ahead, it looks better and you would be doing it right. And you are supposed to be in a straight line, not two."
"Oh, thanks." I go back trying again and I notice that he hasn't moved. After I do a total of seven, I go back to punching. I ignored Four's presence.
When I started punching the bag, I was happy. I was going to be closer to my real home. But then it hit me, I would be closer to him, my so-called father.
I didn't notice until I heard a shout.
"Tris!" I looked around confused again and in return, the punching bag hit me right in the face. Oww. I forgot to stop the bag. Of course. "You're going to kill the bag and your hands are already bleeding."
I look down at my hands and see that my knuckles are split and bleeding. It seems that somehow, there is none on the punching bag. I don't know how though so don't ask me.
"At least wrap them up." I give him a questioning look. Wrap them up? How? He shakes his head and gets a roll of what looks like fabric and comes over to me. He takes my hand and starts to wrap it up.
Shit! My eyes can deceive me, but that touch and those eyes, they can only belong to one person. Why? Why him? Of all people that I could start to hang out with, him? Nothing really against him, well actually, yes. If he would one day trust me tell me his name, the next body they will find at the bottom of the Chasm, will be mine. But at the same time, he needs someone. With what has happened to him, I would probably be one of the only ones who understands.
My decision is final, I will not go out of my way to be with him and I will keep him at arm's length, close but not too close. He can't find out why I'm here.
I look up to where I had punched him not too long ago and see a big yellow circle on it. I can't keep in my laughter.
"What?" He looks me in the eyes not knowing what I'm talking about.
"I see you took some of my advice."
"Thought I would give it a try."
"But you didn't ask someone to help you, did you?"
"No, why?"
I try to hold as much laughter in as possible. "There is a reason I told you to ask one of your girl friends to help you, you know."
"Ya? And why is that?"
"To put it nicely," I hesitate for a second thinking of the right words. "Like you have never done it before." I say biting my lower lip. He looks so confused. "Anyone who wears makeup would tell you that you have to blend it in, or else, you will look like that. As many of the guys may not notice, but there would be talking about it with the girls."
"That bad?"
"I mean, it's not hard to fix."
"How would you fix it?"
"By blending it."
"How? Can you do it?
I'm about to protest but why not? Thankful I wore a sleeve shirt, I took the hem of the sleeve and start trying to blend it in. Matthew and I tried to do makeup on each other once, but after that we swore never to talk about it again.
I hear shouting in the hall and the doors swinging open. I jump back, not knowing who it was. Two dark skinned boys and a girl walk in. I recognize one of the dark skinned boys, Dauntless born initiate. The other boy looks older and has his arm around the girl.
"Come on, one, one fight and I will leave you alone." The younger boy says.
"Four Uri wants us to fi…" the older boy finally looks at us and is at a loss for words. "Who's that?"
"What does he want?" Four answers ignoring the second question.
I start to walk away, not wanting to be here anymore when the older boy grabs my wrist. Before I can think, I punch him in the jaw. Shit!
"I am so sorry, I-I I didn't mean to," I can't finish my thought. "A light concealer will hide the bruise and ice it to reduce the swelling." I say before I run out the room not wanting to be there anymore.
I get back to where all the other transfers are still sleeping and lay on my bed. I notice the time, 5:50. Was I really out that long? I look down at my hands and notice that Four had finished wrapping my hands. How can he do that, he wasn't looking at what he was doing?
I put on a hoodie remembering that I left mine in the training room. Why did I have to forget it? At least the hoodie has long enough sleeves to cover my hands.
Hey again, I had no interest in watching the super bowl so I wrought another chapter! Hope you enjoy.
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