Author's Note
Hey, guys! Here's Chapter Twelve. If any of you saw "Insurgent", what did you think of it?
Disclaimer: I do not own the "Divergent" books; Veronica Roth does.
Jumping Through the Stars
Chapter Twelve
We were all back at my house now, siting in my living room. I'd moved from my wheelchair to my couch, with a little help from Marlene. We were all just sitting around and talking, and they were letting me know what I had missed my week away.
"Well, the new gym teacher's assistant . . . Tris, she is awful! She yells at people for no reason, and she is so rude and ignorative. Is that even a word?" Lynn asked. I laughed.
"If not, it is now," I said.
"I haven't even had to go to gym class lately; I haven't been since almost two weeks ago," Four smirked.
"Why?" Christina asked him.
"Baseball tryouts. They're held during my gym class so while everyone else is sweating and running laps or whatever, I'm showing everyone my skills." He nodded and wiggled his eyebrows. We all smiled. "In fact, i didn't even know there was a new gym teacher."
"Who is she?" I asked.
"She tells us to call her Ms. Johnson," Zeke said. "And, I've noticed due to all the passes she's given me to leave to go to the principal's office - did you know she makes her 'J's cover, like, the whole paper? - her first name is Ellalyn, or Evally or something?"
"Oh, yeah! It's Evelyn," Lynn corrected, nodding. "You aren't the only one in that class she seems to not like very much. Then she has those people who do everything wrong and make unnecessary comments and stuff and she just smiles at them and tells them to get back to whatever it is we're doing? It drives me crazy. So, yeah, her name is Evelyn. Evelyn Johnson."
I heard someone suck in a breath next to me, and looked over to see a pale Zeke, looking over at Four, his mouth agape. Four was pale as snow, and he looked like a deer caught in headlights; he wasn't moving and his eyes seemed set on something far away, his mouth hanging slightly open.
"Four?" I asked. He didn't move an inch. "A-are you okay?"
"Evelyn Johnson," he muttered and stood from is seat on the sofa across the room.
"Four?"
"E-Evelyn Johnson. Oh My Gosh," he said and took off running, out the door, down the driveway.
I looked around and everyone else had an odd look on their face, especially Zeke, who had only turned slightly less pale. I pushed myself up and into my wheelchair as quickly as I could and then went to push the wheels to move myself forward. I couldn't. I muttered and pulled myself up, grabbing the arm of the chair Uriah was seated in to catch my balance, before I began hopping toward the door on my left foot, grabbing onto things as I went to keep my balance as best I could.
"Tris, where are you going? You'll fall like that!" I heard from the living room, but I ignored it and just continued making my way to the door. I threw it open and stepped outside. I slowly made my way down the driveway and looked around. A ways away down the street, so tiny looking that I wasn't even sure it was him, was Four, running away from the house.
"Four!" I yelled. Again, louder, "Four!" He glanced back, but kept running.
"Really?" I muttered, grabbing onto the mailbox for balance. "Four!" I screamed as loud as I could. He spun around and stopped running for just a split second, looking back at me, before sprinting off again. I grumbled under my breath as I hopped on my left foot a few feet down the street.
"I am not going to catch him very fast if I don't change my tactics," I muttered to myself. My eyes widened and my eyebrows shot up as a plan formed in my mind. I hopped back down the driveway, a grin of nervousness and excitement plastered across my face, unremovable.
I hope this works, I thought.
I hopped right up beside Caleb's car and looked in through the window, praying that he forgot his keys in his car again. He did.
I smiled and pulled open the driver's side door, and then slid into the front seat as easily as I could. I closed the door and looked at everything in the car, all the buttons, all the knobs, all the shifts. I felt my eyes widen and took a deep breath.
So many things are just like horseback riding. Driving must be one of them, so panicking will do me absolutely no good.
I let out the breath and slowly sucked in a second deep one. I closed my eyes, sat back in the seat, and released the breath. I then pulled in another, and then turned the key. The car roared to life; it couldn't be as loud as I think. I just don't want anyone to come out; I won't let anyone stop me, so every sound seems ten times louder. I sighed and looked at everything in the car. I placed my left foot over the gas pedal, unable to use my right foot, and then placed it over the break, and soon after, the emergency break. I wanted to know where everything I may need is. I located the lever-type thing that makes the car able to move and stop, and then I placed my left hand, unable to move my right, on the wheel. Driving two-handed would be bad enough, but driving one-handed . . .
I'm fourteen. I don't know how to drive. I don't know what I'm doing.
I shoved the voice out of my head, and pressed my foot to the gas.
The car lurched forward about two feet. I let out a shriek and slammed my foot down on the break. I'd forgotten to put the car in reverse. I didn't know what to do; I was almost crying. I could get myself seriously hurt doing this . . . all this to make sure Four is okay . . .
I put the car in reverse, wiped my moist eyes with my left hand, and placed it back on the steering wheel. I pressed my foot down on the gas.
Author's Note
I hope you guys liked it! I think what she's doing is pretty sweet . . .
Anyway, please review to let me know what you thought of the chapter. Also, I would really appreciate it if you guys would leave some reviews telling what you'd like to see happen in the story. Thank you!
~MoMaster