A/N I realized I needed a disclaimer…all of the Divergent characters belong to (the one, the only) Veronica Roth!
I run from my car in the parking lot and burst through the doors of the youth wing. This is the second time I've been late for the student leadership meeting this month, and I have a feeling that Max isn't going to be too happy.
I rush into the youth room as quietly as I can and sit in the back row, but everyone's already staring at me. Max beckons me with his hand. "Sit closer, Tobias. There's more than five empty rows separating you from all of us. I won't bite, I promise." I slide into a seat next to Zeke, my best friend. He raises his eyebrows at me and shakes his head disapprovingly, tapping a pretend watch to tell me I'm late, but I know that inside he's probably just cracking up good-naturedly like he usually does. I kick his foot in mock anger and he lets out a little yelp. I look up and meet Max's eyes, who seem to be silently laughing at Zeke and I.
He gives us an overview of what's going to happen at youth group, including the worship set for the night and a brief outline of the lesson. Now, when a lot of people think of worship at church, they think of hymns played at the piano or some random guitarist leading the congregation in songs from the nineties. Neither of which is bad, but our youth group has a real band. As in drums, bass, guitar, etc. Zeke and I co-lead, alternating electric guitar and acoustic guitar every week. Zeke's brother, Uriah, is our drummer, and Lynn, a girl in our youth group, is our bassist. We haven't had a good female vocalist in a while though…not to mention our dire need of someone to play keyboard. If someone could play both, that would be amazing, but I'm not getting my hopes up. Zeke and I have searched for weeks on end for a girl to sing and someone to play keyboard, but no one's really clicked yet. Usually it's just some giggling freshman who doesn't have the faintest idea what she's doing.
Zeke jabs my arm and I realize that I've accidentally tuned out the entire meeting. Max is about to let us go when he suddenly calls our attention back to him. "Excuse me, guys, I have an announcement." The room falls silent, and I even lean forward. It's not often that Max has an announcement.
He clears his throat. "A new family is getting involved with our church. Two new faces are going to appear tonight at youth group. I want you all to be welcoming, but not fake, okay? Remember, it is what you make it." He smiled as all of us internally groaned. His mantra, it is what you make it, was pretty well known to all of us. He always managed to slip it in at least five times a week.
Mantras aside, though, I was strangely excited to meet the new people. And I had no idea why.
A/N So there you have it! I'm probably going to update a few chapters at a time, it just depends on how much time I have and how the words are coming out of my fingers! I'm sure the writers out there reading this understand. Once I get the hang of this, I'll probably set some kind of updating schedule. Please review!