Hey! So I'm on protagonist, , Writer's room, and booksie. So, yeah.

Mel

Tris P.O.V:

Caleb's never been excited to go to the University. Me? I can't wait to get out of this brick death trap of a house. Life has never been easy being Dauntless. I've known it for a long, long time now. Being Dauntless but stuck in Abnegation? I've almost attempted suicide. Sometimes you get those beautiful moments of pure joy, like when Tobias and I used to use the windowpanes to get to the roof. We were small then, but I've never forgotten it. It's as vivid as it was that night:

Tris, I'm sorry. I have to leave.

What? Tobias, why?

Were moving.

Moving? Take me with you! The moonlight glittered off his dark blue eyes, off the tears rolling down my cheeks.

I'll see you at the University. Then he brushed the lightest of kisses across my cheekbone, and he jumped to his roof. I was left there, twelve years old, shivering in my thin grey flannel nightgown. It was the worst night of my life. He never came back.

See you at the University. All I can hope for is that he's here, that he's actually, really here. If he isn't...well, I don't know what I'll do. I'll probably drop out, use my bike to get me somewhere far, far away, and never come home. I'll be an international criminal, a mastermind that evades capture. It all sounds pretty good to me. I change into a tight black shirt and skinny jeans, and for the first time in my life, I change myself. I throw my old clothes out my bedroom window, and I take my braid into my hands.

Snip.

Goodbye, hair. I hated you. I undo the six inches of plaited hair that's still on my head, and leave the other six I cut off on my dresser. It's a clear message to my parents:

This is who I am now. This is Tris.

I grab my satchel, my keys, a few pairs of black clothes I've smuggled over the years. I leave any record of my old life behind.

This is who I am now. This is Tris Prior's new self. Mother, I love you, father...I hope you realize the mistake you've made. I storm out side, and my mother runs out, calling my name desperately. I ignore it. The exhaust from my bike clouds my vision and I realize:

This is who I was always destined to be.

I park my motorcycle in the lot of the University.

I instantly search the crowd for him. I know exactly what he'll look like, because I've been his best friend for the first eleven years of my life. Something rumbles behind me. I turn to see a huge pickup truck coming into the lot. A ton of kids hop off the back, and then he's there. Our eyes lock, and I nearly pass out with relief. Tobias has always been handsome. But now...his eyes are the same deep, navy color they once were, his hair dark and gelled to perfection. His skin is tan, bronzed. I drop my bag, and I don't feel it, but I know I'm crying. And then we're running towards each other, and he wraps his arms around me. He spins me in a circle, and I couldn't be happier then I am there.

Even though we're right in the center of the pack of kids.

In the middle of the parking lot.

"I thought you wouldn't be here!" I say, voice overflowing with emotion.

"I told you see you at the University."

I roll my eyes. "Tobias, we were twelve."

"I know," He says, "Have I ever lied to my best friend?"

"Well, I thought you'd be dead. I didn't want you to be dead, but it was a major possibility."

He laughs.

Then, untangling myself from his arms, I haul back and punch him in the face. Not hard enough to leave a bruise, but a good enough punch to hurt. "That's for leaving me in the cold-" and then I pat his head- "and that's for coming back."

I leave the lot with a growing sense of being extremely pleased with myself.

How did you like it? Flames accepted.

Mel