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Tris

My eyes flutter open slowly. I stare up at the ceiling, listening to Christina fight with the bottles in her medicine cabinet. I replay the events from last night, and I prepare a convincing story to tell Christina about why I'm here. I'm about half way through when I see her brown eyes peering into mine.

"Why are you here?" She asks, eyeing me carefully.

"You don't remember?" I ask, trying to play it cool.

"Remember what?" Her eyes narrow.

"I came here after the party last night because we were going to have girls night," I respond having to think quickly.

I make sure that I don't pick at my nails or chew my lip while I wait for her response. I can feel my palms getting sweaty, but I concentrate on not wiping them on my pants. Lying to a Candor is hard enough. But lying to Christina, it's pretty much impossible.

"I don't remember having a girl's night," she raises one eyebrow.

"Yeah, we decided that we'd have girl's day instead because we were so tired and then we went to bed," I nod my head assuringly.

If I pull this off, it will only be because she is still hungover. She eyes me suspiciously as she pops some pills into her mouth and swallows them with a glass of water. She thinks it over for a minute while she carefully studies me, searching my body language old for any of my tells.

"So, what're we going to do today?" She asks, finally.

"Well, I was thinking we could go shopping," I say.

"Did Tris Prior just suggest that we go shopping?" Her eyes narrow. "Why are you suggesting we go shopping?"

"Because I think it's time for a change, Chris. I want to go to some of the shops in the other factions."

"Like where, Abnegation?" She snorts.

"No," I glare at her for a moment. "I was thinking Amity."

"Why in the world would you want to shop in Amity?"

"Like I said, I think it's time for a change. I want to break away from wearing nothing but Dauntless black. They had some really cute dresses there. I saw some," I pause, "when we were there."

"Okay, then," she sighs. "I guess we're going to Amity."

After getting ready, we both snuck out of the compound and made our way to the tracks. I wanted to make sure we didn't run into anyone that we know, especially Tobias. We jumped into the train and sat in the back, our bodies slumped against the walls. Christina has her hands over her ears. The noise the train is making is giving her a headache since she had so much fun last night. As we ride, I try to forget what happened. I've only been scared of Tobias one time since I met him, but then again, it wasn't him that I was afraid of. It was when Jeanine was controlling him. But last night, I was afraid of him. A single punch from him could leave me unconscious, or worse. I'm still not sure what he was aiming for. Was it the wall or had he meant to...

I force the thought from my head. Tobias would never hurt me. Would he? Luckily, that is a question that I don't have to answer right now. I nudge Christina with my elbow and walk towards the door of the train. I lean out a little, the way I've watched Tobias do a hundred times, and all I see are Amity fields. As we get a little closer, I see the little strip of connected buildings that houses their clothing stores. The Amity make all of their clothes by hand, just like Abnegation, but there's a major difference between them: the colors. Amity clothes are red and yellow, with orange mixed in sometimes. They're so carefree; soft flowing fabric that usually shows a lot of skin. It's only after jumping off the train and approaching the stores that I realize just how much everything has changed. Instead of all the stores selling different kinds of Amity clothing, there is now a store that sells clothing from each old faction. When we walk into the store that sells the Amity clothing, we are greeted by a thin young woman with long blond hair and bright green eyes. Her hair is straight and a flower crown sits on top of her head. Based on her body language, it's obvious that she was from Amity at one time.

"Hi, I'm Skye," she says, her hands clasped together in front of her chest and her voice a soft whisper. "Can I assist you with anything?"

"We're just looking around, thank you," I respond politely.

"If you need anything don't hesitate to ask," she says as she floats back to her desk.

"That right there is why I could never be Amity," Christina scoffs.

"Well, first, we're nothing anymore," I point out, "and second, that is exactly why I didn't join Amity."

"I don't know," she sings, "you're the one that wanted to come shopping here."

"Yes, I did. If we aren't going to have factions, then I want to be myself and I want to stand out."

"Beatrice Prior, the Abnegation Stiff wants to stand out?" Chris raises an eyebrow. "Would this have anything to do with Nita?"

"No," I say a little too quickly, and she knows I'm lying.

"Well, then I would suggest we start looking," she says as if I hadn't denied the truth.

When it's all over, we return to the train tracks. Chris is helping me carry the bags that are stuffed with flowing crop tops, shorter than what I usually wear shorts, and a bright yellow sundress that hugs all the right places but still flows elegantly. We help each other jump onto the train and we ride back in silence. Christina's headache isn't as strong by now, but we're both too consumed by our own thoughts to talk.

We take the short walk back to the Dauntless compound, and as we wander the paths inside, we nonchalantly walk past Zeke, Uriah, and Tobias.