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Jumping Through the Stars

Chapter Eleven

Right now, I am waiting in Mr. Wu's room, after Study Hall, waiting for Four to come in. It's just him and me.

"So, Tris," Mr. Wu started. "How did this," he gestured toward my wheel chair, and continued, "happen?" I sighed, not in the mood to explain it all for what feels like the millionth time today; so many people have asked me about it.

"I fell off," I explained vaguely.

"Of what?" He sat down in the chair behind his desk, as if preparing for a long story.

"My horse."

"Oh," he said, eyes wide.

"Yeah," I said dully.

"Well, I'm sorry. This must be hard." With these sympathetic words that I'd heard from nearly every person who questioned what'd happened, I lost it.

"You know what's almost as hard? And getting very annoying?" I asked through a straight face, clenched teeth.

Just then, Four walked in. I looked over at him, my jaw set.

"Hey, Tris," he said slowly, watching me as if I were about to jump out of the chair and attack him or something.

"Hi." He came up behind the chair and began to move it toward the door.

"Bye, Tris! I hope you feel better," Mr. Wu called as we exited his room. I growled through my teeth.

"Uh, sorry I took so long," Four said. I scowled.

"It's fine."

"Are you sure? You seem awful upset."

"I'm sure! Okay?"

"Okay," he replied quietly. I sighed.

"I'm sorry," I said, twisting my head to look at him as we made our way down the nearly empty hall. There were only a few stragglers left, rushing to be in time for ninth period.

"It's okay," he said, not looking down at me as he concentrated on picking out my locker, which was one toward the the middle of a long row of lockers, which made it confusing to spot without checking all the numbers on the lockers. We'd already gone to a locker a couple down from mine three times today.

"I'm just mad 'cause everyone keeps asking me what happened, and looking at me all funny, like I've become a totally different person since I fell off, which, of course, I haven't. "

"Tris, it's okay. It isn't like I'm mad at you or anything. Alright?"

"Okay, I nodded. "But still: Sorry."

"Just let it go," he laughed.

By now he'd switched my materials and we were on our way to the Art Room. Once we entered the room, I looked around at everything I hadn't seen in over a week. When my eyes landed on Peter, I saw that he was glaring at me. I straightened up, surprised, but we just kept making our way to the table where Lynn, Shauna, Marlene, Christina and Will were all seated. When we got over there, I reached out my and dragged one of the chairs out of the way so there was space for me at the table. Four wheeled me up to the table and took the seat beside me.

"Hey, guys!" I said.

"Hey," Shauna said. "How's it going?"

"Oh, you know, I'm just about to lose my bananas at some people who keep asking me what happened. Other than that, though . . . it's all good. What about you?"

"Oh, I'm good."

Just then Mrs. Wu came in and said, "Alright, everyone, listen up. Today is another Scribble Day. So, everyone, grab a paper off that table over there and form a line over here." She pointed to a table that had a stack of clean, white computer paper on it and then sat down at a table and waited. People began getting up, getting a paper and going over to the teacher, forming a long line.

"What's a 'Scribble Day?'" I asked as my friends began standing from the table and pushing their chars in.

"We get a piece of paper and Mrs. Wu draws a random line, or shape, or whatever on it. Then, you have to make it into something," Marlene explained.

"Does she tell us what we have to make it into?"

"No, that's up to you." I nodded and asked Christina to bring me over to the tables.

"Sure!" she said and came up behind me, taking me over to the table with the stack of paper on it. I was ahead of my friends and I reached over to take a piece of the paper just as Peter began t step away from the table. He stopped, and as I was being pushed forward, his leg and foot were blocking the path, but because he just slammed them in front of my wheel chair, we couldn't stop in time, so I ran into him and my chair began to tip over. I sucked in a sharp breath, ready for the impact.

But it didn't come.

I turned around in my seat and behind me, Four had stepped in front of Christina, as had Will, and they were both grasping the back of the wheel chair.

"Um, u-uh, thanks, you guys," I said to them.

"No problem," Will said, and Four just nodded. I noticed he was staring at something, so I followed his gaze. He was glaring at Peter, who now stood across the room, watching us with a smirk plastered across his face. Four turned back to me.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah." Then I heard yelling. I looked up and saw that across the room, Lynn had her finger in Peter's face and was yelling at him, calling him some things and suddenly, she lowered her voice so we couldn't hear. Saw her lips moving, I just didn't know what she was saying. By the looks of things, though, Peter didn't like it, for he had turned a little paler and was looking around the room, I assume for Mrs. Wu, who was out of the room.

Then, Lynn took her finger away from Peter's chin, nodded, and turned toward us. She began striding back across the room toward us, smiling.

"What'd you say to him?" Shauna asked.

"Oh, nothing much," she smiled. "I just thought there were a few things he should know."

Author's Note

I hope you guys liked it! There's some drama brewing with Peter. Let me know what you thought, and I am welcome to any ideas you might have for the story, or what should happen involving Peter.

Happy "Insurgent" Movie Day, everyone!

~MoMaster