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A/N There will be a lot of cussing from now on TRIS POV The whole dauntless is silent. People who knew me send me looks of astonishment. People who don't know me look around in confusion. I wipe my sweaty hands on the fabric of my dress. I look around at the whole of dauntless and see that everyone has a look of happiness. Everyone except her. I see my brothers, Four, and Christina. Zeke and Uriah have shiny tears dripping down there face. Four gives me an apologetic smile, asking me for forgiveness. I nod at him, telling him that I forgive him. The silence is interrupted by a screeching woman. “Ugh, you shouldn't be here. Nobody likes you, and nobody ever has. There was a reason Four left you,” the feminine voice yells. The dauntless boos …show more content…
as I smile. “Christina, the whole dauntless loves me more than you. I have done so much for them while you just sit back and create chaos,” I reply smoothly. The whole dauntless whoops and hollers at that. “Dauntless would always pick me over you,” Christina tries to play off. She clearly is nervous. I think of what she said before replying. “Then you wouldn't mind a contest. You and me have a singing contest. Dauntless pick the winner,” I say while shrugging. Christina drags herself up onto the stage and grabs the mic from Marlene.
She begins to sing, but she sounds awful. Her voice is too high in some parts and her pitch is way off key. When she finishes only Lauren claps. I walk my way up to the stage and take the mic. I begin to sing The Phoenix by Fall Out Boy. Put on your war paint You are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down Strike a match and I'll burn you to the ground We are the jack-o-lanterns in July setting fire to the sky Here, here comes this rising tide, so come on Put on your war paint Cross walks and crossed hearts and hope-to-dies Silver clouds with grey linings So we can take the world back from a heart attack One maniac at a time we will take it back You know time crawls on when you're waiting for the song to start So dance alone to the beat of your heart Hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out? I'm gonna change you like a remix Then I'll raise you like a phoenix Wearing our vintage misery No, I think it looked a little better on me I'm gonna change you like a remix Then I'll raise you like a phoenix Bring home the boys and scrap scrap metal the tanks Get hitched, make a career out of robbing banks Because the world is just a teller and we are wearing black masks "You broke our spirit, " says the note we pass So we can take the world back from a heart …show more content…
attack One maniac at a time we will take it back You know time crawls on when you're waiting for the song to start So dance alone to the beat of your heart Hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out? I'm gonna change you like a remix Then I'll raise you like a phoenix Wearing our vintage misery No, I think it looked a little better on me I'm gonna change you like a remix Then I'll raise you like a phoenix Put on your war paint The war is won, before it's begun Release the doves, surrender love The war is won, before it's begun Release the doves, surrender love The war is won, before it's begun Release the doves, surrender love The war is won, before it's begun (Wave the white flag!) Release the doves, surrender love (Wave the white flag!) Hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out? I'm gonna change you like a remix Then I'll raise you like a phoenix Wearing our vintage misery No, I think it looked a little better on me I'm gonna change you like a remix Then I'll raise you like a phoenix Hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out? I'm gonna change you like a remix Then I'll raise you like a phoenix Put on your war paint The whole dauntless claps, even Four. I wave at the crowd and jump off the stage. I walk away but turn around at the last second. “Take your cheating ass away from me, bitch,” I say. That’s when I walk away for good. I hear my name being called from behind me and I see Four. “What did you mean by that? I know for a fact Christina doesn’t cheat,” Four uttered. I slowly look into his blue eyes and see confusion and some anger. I sigh before turning again. I walk around and remember the secret room I had when I was 16. I walk up the familiar path and jump down into the room. The white walls swallow me and the city lights up against the walls. I began to sing all because I was extremely happy. I sing Happy by Pharrell Williams. It might seem crazy what I'm about to say Sunshine she's here, you can take away I'm a hot air balloon, I could go to space With the air, like I don't care baby by the way Because I'm happy Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof Because I'm happy Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth Because I'm happy Clap along if you know what happiness is to you Because I'm happy Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do Here come bad news talking this and that Yeah, give me all you got, don't hold back Yeah, well I should probably warn you I'll be just fine Yeah, no offense to you don't waste your time Here's why Because I'm happy Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof Because I'm happy Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth Because I'm happy Clap along if you know what happiness is to you Because I'm happy Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do Happy, bring me down Can't nothing, bring me down Love is too happy to bring me down Can't nothing, bring me down I said bring me down Can't nothing, bring me down Love is too happy to bring me down Can't nothing, bring me down I said Because I'm happy Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof Because I'm happy Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth Because I'm happy Clap along if you know what happiness is to you Because I'm happy Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do Because I'm happy Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof Because I'm happy Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth Because I'm happy Clap along if you know what happiness is to you Because I'm happy Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do Happy, bring me down Can't nothing, bring me down Love is too happy to bring me down Can't nothing, bring me down I said Because I'm happy Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof Because I'm happy Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth Because I'm happy Clap along if you know what happiness is to you Because I'm happy Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do Because I'm happy Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof Because I'm happy Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth Because I'm happy Clap along if you know what happiness is to you Because I'm happy Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do I hear clapping behind me causing me to turn around fast.
I see my brothers and Four. Zeke is staring at the city through the window, while Uriah stares at Zeke with a sickening grin. Four looks at my eyes before speaking. “Will you please tell me what you meant?” He ask, looking at me. “Why should I? You aren't worth anything to me and helping you seems to be against my best interests,” I say as a deadly scowl forms on my face. “I know, but I’ve been looking for a way to get a divorce. I don’t love her,” Four raises his voice. “Then maybe you shouldn't have married her,” I began to yell. “At least tell me why you committed suicide,” Four claims with a calm voice. That scares me a little bit. “I didn't commit suicide. I was pushed by her. She did it,” I respond before blocking him
out. A/N So who do you think she is? Sorry I haven't updated in 2 weeks, but like I said I went to cop camp and California. By the way, thanks for the 200 reads, I really appreciate it. I made this chapter extra long for you. Anyway you know the drill, I don't own divergent or any of the characters. Veronica Roth created it, and I just made my own story. Also my editor who edited this worked really hard. Her name is Leah, and her wattpad is @TomorrowNeverDies18. You should follow her. BYEEEE Leah & Jojo
“I want to throw things at them. I want to scream: Why weren’t you here last night? Why didn’t you save my family?”(221)
In the novel, A Hero’s Journey, Joseph Campbell, an American mythologist, writer, and lecturer, states that “every decision made by a young person is life decisive. What seems to be a small problem is really a large one. So everything that is done early in life is functionally related to a life trajectory” (Campbell). In mythic criticism, the critic sees mythic archetypes and imagery connecting and contrasting it with other similar works. Certain patterns emerge, such as a traditional hero on a journey towards self actualization. Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer portrays this hero’s journey. The protagonist of the novel, Chris McCandless, hitchhikes to Alaska and walks alone into the wilderness, north of Mt. McKinley. He had given $25,000 in savings to charity, abandoned his car and most of his possessions, burned all the cash in his wallet, and invented a new life for himself. He thought that the reality of the modern world was corrupt and uncompassionate, so he went on this journey in order to find a life of solitude and innocence that could only be expressed through his encounters with the wild. During this ambitious journey to find the true meaning of life, Chris McCandless exhibits a pattern like the type explained above. In Jon Krakauer’s Into the Wild, Chris McCandless follows this mythic pattern, seeking to be the traditional hero who spurns civilization, yet he discovers that modern heroes cannot escape their reality.
This time that she attempted suicide was over fall break this year. I go up to Owensboro, Kentucky to stay with Gracie on most school breaks, but we do stuff with Meghan, too. Meghan and I aren't as close as me and Gracie, but I still care for her and look out for her. The beginning of fall break, we all went shopping together. Meghan seemed happy. Towards the middle of the break, Meghan started posting stuff on her snapchat story saying that she didn’t want to be here anymore. Gracie is blocked from Meghan’s snapchat, so she didn't see it. I knew that Meghan had Gracie blocked, but I still
“Then you’re going to have to trust me. I will work on your mother, I promise. You just have to promise me that you’ll play along for a little while. Just wait until your brother is married.”
“I wanted to see if you actually cared about me. That you would be honest.”
“I have to tell you something, but I can’t,” I say, tears welling in my eyes.
“Alright.” He agrees, “But why? I’m not family. Why do you do this?” He asks.
Think back on the worst experience you have ever had in your life to date, how was it handled? What could have happened to lessen the stress of the situation? Have any regrets? How would you tell that story? Well I will go ahead and tell you of my story where last year on October 11th, 2014 I lost my best friend Gilbert David Kromer.
I took a final puff on my cigarette and flicked it, using my forefinger and thumb, onto the driveway of number forty-nine Flag Crescent. I made my way up the sloped driveway towards the two storey wooden flat, it wasn’t much but was an easy target. I had looked for cameras and security devices in the final hours of that afternoon and decided to launch my attack early this morning, luckily, there were not any cameras. There does not seem to be any lights on in the house and to my surprise, the door was unlocked and swaying open in the cool morning breeze, it made it much easier for me to take what I needed and leave. I wanted to show her that I could do anything he could, he took her from me, and left me with nothing. I was going to get her
“You’re making me so sad right now, so sad that I need to get away from you.”
“Look, I know that you’re worry about me but I’m fine and I didn’t need any sympathy from you or anyone else.”
“I know.” I respond, i'm not going to demand anything. I’m not in a position to do that.
“...I don’t know,” I grimaced as I quickly signed back. “These days, I don’t even know who I am anymore. Am I the hero who saved you? Or am I the reason as to why everything happened?”
I have learned to live by the catch phrase of the big time show, Big Brother, on CBS. “Expect the Unexpected”. On this particular day I did not. The same rude and angry tone my sister had every morning when she yelled at me to turn off my school alarm. It was a bit cold that morning with the early chill but that’s just because southern California isn’t used to the cold.
“That is a welcoming compliment. It’s time to break up,” Fanny rises. She steps away.