Divergent High

A Mad Christina

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I let go of his hand. He looks at me and gives me his crooked half smile. I blush a deep red and continue flipping through papers. I right down the remaining pages of his notes and put my pencil down. Four still is looking at his notes and typing his paper. He's so ahead of me. I haven't started my paper and it's almost 5 o'clock. Oh god.

"I'm going to get going. To work on my paper," I say awkwardly.

"You can work here," Four offers. Usually, I would love to stay but I think I've had a little too much if Four today. I really need to think about what I'm going to do going forward.

"Thanks but I told my parents I'd be home by 5," I lie. I hope he can't tell because I'm such a bad lier.

"Oh ok. I'll see you later Tris. Call me if you need anything," Four responds. Whew. He couldn't tell. I like his response though. It shows he cares.

"Ok Four. I'll see you later. Bye," I say. I run down the stairs quite loudly and I'm thankful no ones downstairs. I really didn't want Four's parents seeing me jump down the stairs like I was in my house. I stop and look at the picture again of Four and his sister. I study their faces and compare them. They sort if look alike in their skin complexions, but Four has the crooked nose and the dreamy blue eyes... Thump. The stairs creak and I can guess that it's Four and I don't want him to see me looking into his eyes in some photograph. I bolt out if the house, hoping he didn't see me.

I step in my car and dig through my purse to get my phone so I can text Marlene. I flip open my phone and see four texts:

TRIS! WE HAVE TO WORK ON OUR PROJECT. CALL ME!!!

WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU! WE DO HAVE SOMETHING CALLED I DON'T KNOW A PROJECT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GET YOUR BUTT IN MY HOUSE GIRL.

Or else...

These were all from Christina. She's crazy. I was actually doing homework. I seem all bad girl now. Well now I have to get together with her. I text her:

CHILL GIRL. You can come over my house. 6 Maple Street. Come at 5:30. Cool?

I really hope that makes her happy. She has to learn to chill sometimes. But anyways... I open the door to my house and turn on the TV. The words shock me. The colors around me fade and all I see is gray. Boring and stiff. Gray. I think the TV is flashing I don't know though. My thoughts slip away from me. The only thing that plays in my head is the words on that TV screen. Natalie and Andrew Prior. Dead. Parents if Beatrice and Caleb Prior.

Ok guys. I'm feeling evil. I apologize greatly and I'm so sorry for leaving you at this. This was a boring filler chapter so I apologize for those waiting for a good update. Updated by Monday I promise. Thanks everyone!
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