Tris
I yawn and bury my face into my pillow. First day of actual training, hopefully things go well. I think we're doing gun training today and maybe begin knife throwing if things go to plan. I just hope no one gets hurt this initiation.
I get out of the covers. Fourhad to leave for an early shift in the control room so I can take as long as I like.
I finish with my shower and dress before heading to the training room.
I walk in and start setting up the guns and targets. This brings me back to memories of how bad I was at shooting when Ifirst came. I remember how weak I was, the recoil throwing me back. Now I'm stronger and more capable of these things. AlthoughI'm
stronger, I haven't grown much from my small form. They think I'm a weakling, it's not just me. All girls in dauntless are underestimated be the men. I guess sexism hasn't been solved yet.
Tobias and I are standing by the tables waiting for the initiates to arrive.
"So who do you think will make it this year," I ask out of the blue.
"I don't know," His expression changes to anger," I just hope Brendan doesn't make it,"
I laugh, rubbing my hand at the back of his head," Don't jinx it like last year, I don't want another Peter walking around,"
"Yeah. At least he got sent to the fence,"
We shut up putting on our masks. I don't want people to know what happened to me. We both share haunting memories of childhood, mine being a tad bit more disturbing. When we finally opened up to each other, it was a relief. It's nice knowing I'm not alone.
/There are others like us, nobody's alone.
What happened to Tris?
Sorry for not updating. The few days were a bit more than I'd like. I may make a story on Tris' past, it will link to this story.
~MusicBooksAndPassion X