p style="text-align: left;"strongDisclaimer: I don't own Divergent, Veronica Roth does. /strong/p
p style="text-align: center;"span style="text-decoration: underline;"Chapter 2 - Four POV/span/p
p style="text-align: left;"I sighed, slapping my alarm off. Groaning, I pushed myself off my rather comfy bed and into the shower, not quite ready to meet the swarm of reporters I knew were waiting for me outside. When had my whole life gone public again? Oh, that's right. It all started after I made 4 consecutive touchdowns in high school, earning my nickname 'Four.' Ever since then, four was my lucky number./p
p style="text-align: left;"When my dad invited me home, I gladly took the offer. Even though my father was the reason for most of my anger, I still felt like I owed it to him to visit every now and then./p
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p style="text-align: left;"Wrapping myself in a towel, I studied myself in the mirror. I had tan skin from the heat of the sun. My hair looked black a first glance, but was actually brown upon further inspection. My eyes were a deep blue, like an ocean./p
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p style="text-align: left;"I sighed, turning away from the mirror. My large penthouse was lonely. I didn't live with anybody; I preferred as much privacy as I could get. After changing, I plopped onto the couch and flicked through TV channels. I wasn't ready to leave my little privacy for today, yet./p
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p style="text-align: left;"I finally found a news channel and stopped there. I watched a CNN reporter talk about taxes going up. When my stomach began to growl, I decided it was finally time for me to leave and get breakfast./p
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p style="text-align: left;"I slipped on a pair of shoes and a jacket. When I got downstairs I was met with at least 10 reporters. I learned the easiest way to ignore reporters was to slip on a dark pair of sunglasses and walk away. So that's what I did./p
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p style="text-align: left;"I walked to my favorite café, a few blocks from my apartment. The reporters had eventually left me alone and gone off to bother someone else./p
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p style="text-align: left;"The café was warm and smelled like coffee. I walked up to the counter. "Hey Four, the usual?" the barista asked. I nodded and handed the guy $20./p
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p style="text-align: left;""Keep the change." I found a table in the corner with a tabloid on it. Looking closer, I saw my face printed on it. Usually, I avoided the tabloids, but for some reason I wanted to know what this one said. 'Four Eaton, fired from Fourty-Niners, looking to sue,' was printed across the top. "Who writes this crap?" I mumbled, tossing it in the trash. The barista brought me my coffee and breakfast sandwich, which I scarfed down quickly./p
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p style="text-align: left;"Sipping my coffee, I watched the people coming in and out of the café. A man walked in with his two children who ran up to the display cases. Their eyes opened widely when they saw all the sweets. I watched them beg their father for one of the large cookies. He finally gave in when they gave him puppy dog eyes and I smiled. They ate their cookies triumphantly, and I found myself wishing for a family./p
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p style="text-align: left;"I often wished for a family. I was so used to this lonely feeling, it worried me. I wanted a wife and children, but memories of my father beating me came back and I quickly pushed the wish aside, telling myself I wasn't cut out for having a family. So I sat there, watching the proud father and his happy children while sipping my coffee, thinking how I'd never have that./p
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p style="text-align: left;"strongA/N: Hey guys. I'm so sorry! I meant to update before the new year but then I went to Canada and didn't get the chance. The good news? I worked on a bunch of chapters which I'm hoping to get up really soon. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. You see the review button below? Click it! Let me know what you think. Bye for now!/strong/p
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p style="text-align: center;"span style="text-decoration: underline;"Chapter 2 - Four POV/span/p
p style="text-align: left;"I sighed, slapping my alarm off. Groaning, I pushed myself off my rather comfy bed and into the shower, not quite ready to meet the swarm of reporters I knew were waiting for me outside. When had my whole life gone public again? Oh, that's right. It all started after I made 4 consecutive touchdowns in high school, earning my nickname 'Four.' Ever since then, four was my lucky number./p
p style="text-align: left;"When my dad invited me home, I gladly took the offer. Even though my father was the reason for most of my anger, I still felt like I owed it to him to visit every now and then./p
p style="text-align: left;" /p
p style="text-align: left;"Wrapping myself in a towel, I studied myself in the mirror. I had tan skin from the heat of the sun. My hair looked black a first glance, but was actually brown upon further inspection. My eyes were a deep blue, like an ocean./p
p style="text-align: left;" /p
p style="text-align: left;"I sighed, turning away from the mirror. My large penthouse was lonely. I didn't live with anybody; I preferred as much privacy as I could get. After changing, I plopped onto the couch and flicked through TV channels. I wasn't ready to leave my little privacy for today, yet./p
p style="text-align: left;" /p
p style="text-align: left;"I finally found a news channel and stopped there. I watched a CNN reporter talk about taxes going up. When my stomach began to growl, I decided it was finally time for me to leave and get breakfast./p
p style="text-align: left;" /p
p style="text-align: left;"I slipped on a pair of shoes and a jacket. When I got downstairs I was met with at least 10 reporters. I learned the easiest way to ignore reporters was to slip on a dark pair of sunglasses and walk away. So that's what I did./p
p style="text-align: left;" /p
p style="text-align: left;"I walked to my favorite café, a few blocks from my apartment. The reporters had eventually left me alone and gone off to bother someone else./p
p style="text-align: left;" /p
p style="text-align: left;"The café was warm and smelled like coffee. I walked up to the counter. "Hey Four, the usual?" the barista asked. I nodded and handed the guy $20./p
p style="text-align: left;" /p
p style="text-align: left;""Keep the change." I found a table in the corner with a tabloid on it. Looking closer, I saw my face printed on it. Usually, I avoided the tabloids, but for some reason I wanted to know what this one said. 'Four Eaton, fired from Fourty-Niners, looking to sue,' was printed across the top. "Who writes this crap?" I mumbled, tossing it in the trash. The barista brought me my coffee and breakfast sandwich, which I scarfed down quickly./p
p style="text-align: left;" /p
p style="text-align: left;"Sipping my coffee, I watched the people coming in and out of the café. A man walked in with his two children who ran up to the display cases. Their eyes opened widely when they saw all the sweets. I watched them beg their father for one of the large cookies. He finally gave in when they gave him puppy dog eyes and I smiled. They ate their cookies triumphantly, and I found myself wishing for a family./p
p style="text-align: left;" /p
p style="text-align: left;"I often wished for a family. I was so used to this lonely feeling, it worried me. I wanted a wife and children, but memories of my father beating me came back and I quickly pushed the wish aside, telling myself I wasn't cut out for having a family. So I sat there, watching the proud father and his happy children while sipping my coffee, thinking how I'd never have that./p
p style="text-align: left;" /p
p style="text-align: left;"strongA/N: Hey guys. I'm so sorry! I meant to update before the new year but then I went to Canada and didn't get the chance. The good news? I worked on a bunch of chapters which I'm hoping to get up really soon. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. You see the review button below? Click it! Let me know what you think. Bye for now!/strong/p
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