Flowers and Fighting: A Divergent Story

Transfering

Water from my hair drips down my back. Tickling down it's path, along with a trail of coldness.

It's 4:16 according to my clock hanging in my bathroom. I wake up early and go it bed late.

Job purposes.
I've trained to be a fighter since I was 5. Play fighting to army training.

I got up at 3:45 this morning and took a longer shower than usual today. It's a big day, I have an important meeting at 5:30. Giving me about an hour 15. I rewrap myself in the new fluffy towel I bought just yesterday.

I go down the hall to the kitchen and start on a bowl of Multiple Grains Cheerios, a banana, and apple.

When I'm fine I have less than and hour left to get ready. I rush down the hallway and choose my outfit; black crop top with no tank and black skinny jeans. When I finish getting dressed I hop on the stool starting in my smoky eye and mascara. After I apply red lipstick and a pinky blush that compliments my tan skin tone, I put on my combat boots and grab my juniors badge. 19 and still don't get to transfer, or even graduate to a real badge.

I'm even better than most actual FBI agents anyway. Just freaking graduate me would you!

I glacé up at the clock and notice I need to go. I hurry out the door grab in gnu phone and keys. I unlock my 'mom car' and start to work.

~time lapse; work~

I walk inside, checking my naturally curly hair I left down, in my phone reflection.

The automatic doors slide open and I continue in.

"Hello dear!" Tori, the front assistant, says smiling and handing me my cup if sugar with a touch of coffee.

I say hi back and thank her then go to Eric's office. Eric's my boss.

I'm greeted with the door slamming into my head. I stumble back but regain balance quickly and shoot my hands up, ready for a fight.

"I don't want a new partner!" A man screams.

"She, and a few others, are going to Chicago. She's your partner now go." Eric's voice booms over. I hear a groan and a new guys walks out.

"Out of the way, sissy." He spits and pushes me to the side. I run up after him and wrap my arm around his forehead and use that to pull me on top of him.

He swings back an elbow and I catch it.

"Get off my you price of crap!" He shouts and flip over him, hitting him in the head with my rock solid combat boots.

My hair falls perfectly on my shoulders as I land and place my hands on my hips.

"Oops sorry, totally didn't mean to do that to you. Especially since your such a jerk. I feel bad now. Maybe because I just kicked yo butt." I say and rush past him, shoving an elbow in his side a I go past and walk into Eric's office.

He walks out as I walk in.

"Pack all your stuff, your leaving for Chicago in 4 hours, Prior."

Shocked I walk to my car.

4 hours is not enough time to pack.

~ time lapse; on plane~

10 O' clock and I'm on the plane heading to Chicago. I'm sitting next to a nerdy kid. Who won't stop starring at me.

"Please stop looking at me." I say plainly and he blinks.

"Oh sorry. Do I have to? Your just so beautiful." He says resting his head in his hands, resting on the arm rest.

"Yes." I say flatly and he brings a hand up to me and rubs my arm.

"Touch me one more time..." I trail off.

"Stop being hard to catch." He says playfully. Too playfully. Too flirty.

He touches my face and I loose it.

Hand slap to the forehead and the window has blood on it from his head.

"Assistance please!" I say and she comes over.

I point to the window and her eyes go wide but hurries off to get towels.

~time lapse; off plane~

Off the plane with no more disruptions. I push through all the people to get to the baggage claim.

After I have gotten my bags, I head to the first floor to go find the person takin me to work. I will get my Field badge and then meet my team and overall partner one we get to the office.

"Prior! Tris Prior! Is Tris Prior here?!" A dark skinned guys, about my age, is screaming. I walk over and hand him my bags.

"Let's go, stupid. And yeah, I'm Tris Prior. Save your breathe." I say and he smiles and nods, grabbing my bags and leading me to the nice limo waiting at the front.

He piles my bags in and opens the door for me then hips in the drives seat. Pulling out, he looks over at me.

"You tough?" He asks.

"No, I just got in the FBI because they needed an emotional, puppy loving, girl on the team." I say sarcastically.

"REALLY?!" He shouts.

"Obviously not idiot." I say back and close my eyes, already annoyed by him.

45 minutes later, we are at the tall building. Taller than the one at home.

"Here goes nothing." I say under my breath.

"I know right." He say and see him already getting my bags.

I narrow my eyes and sneer up my looks. I get out of the car and peer into the side mirrors. I let down my hair from its ponytail and shake it up to make me look older and tougher. I reapply my lipstick and throw on some shades.

The guy whispers a wow and I stifle a noise then walk inside with my extra sexy walk I have, not on purpose. It's 'natural'. As I walk in i see a badge with my name on it so I grab it and place it where it goes.

"Twinsies!" The boy says holding up his badge. I groan and follow him in the elevator.

"Uriah by the way." he says cheerfully.

"Tris." I say flatly. "But you already knew that." I speak again and he slowly nods.

The door open and I hear gasp and groans.

"It's a girl!" A few gilt voices say.

"It's a gosh dang girl." I hear boys say.

"Yeah I'm a girl. Got a problem with that boys?" I say, taking off my glasses and flipping my hair over y shoulder.

"Oh my go-" I hear someone start.

"I know guys!" Uriah says. "She's the one we needed. And her and Four are partners. Them two," he hisses air I through his teeth, "will be perfect."

Good god. Here 5 minutes and things are already weird. And I already want to leave.

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