The Selfless and the Brave

I groaned internally as the same monotone beep beep beep woke me up and brought me back to the boring reality that is my life. I sat up and gazed around my bland room. A single bed, a dresser, and an open closet showing the dull, gray Abnegation uniform. I dragged myself out of my bed and made my way to the closet. I pulled out one of the uniforms and put on the loose, gray robe onto my body. No accessories, no unnecessary additions. I then walked downstairs to grab my matching gray footwear, which were neatly aligned next to my parents. I staggered into the kitchen, still wiping sleep from my eyes.

"Good morning sweetie," my mother said. She did this every morning since that day four years ago. She would give me a cheery morning greeting in hopes that I would reply. I simply nodded at her. She sighed and returned to her bland tea.

I began getting my school things, only the necessities, all in gray. I hunted down my notebook and shoved it into my bag.

Just as I headed for the door, my father also made an attempt to get me to speak. "Aren't you going to eat something, son?" he asked, looking up at me from his nearly tasteless meal. I glanced at the food in disgust before digging out my notebook from my bag and scrawling out a simple 'Not hungry'. Then I fled out the door.

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I stumbled slightly getting off of the city bus and walked slowly, head down, towards the school. I was really good at this whole don't draw attention to yourself thing. I stopped in front of the school entrance, and took a seat at my normal spot, watching everyone arrive. No one took a second glance in my direction. I guess with my Abnegation uniform, I practically blend in with the concrete walls. Just then, I heard the distant sound that I had been waiting for.

The train.

I saw it coming to the turn, a mass of people in various black clothing waiting for the right moment at the edge of the train car. The wind whipped through their hair and made their clothes flap around them. I let my eyes fall onto a certain skunk haired boy. He had a look of pure elation on his face. He wore tight black skinny jeans with a plain black T-shirt that fluttered around is skinny frame in the wind. As the train came in front of the school he was the first to let go of the train car and, with an exited yell, he jumped from the train.

For a second, it looked like he had jumped too early and was going to miss the rooftop. I half-rose from my seat, a silent shout dying before it passed my lips. But then, his friend that had jumped right after him grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into the right direction. They both landed safely on the roof, laughing. The rest of the Dauntless were landing on the roof near them. I watched in admiration as they all scaled down the building. Then I decided I should probably start heading to class.

I got up and picked up my bag, then picked up my notebook and pen and clutched them to my chest. I began hurrying towards class, and somehow I reached the gate the same time as the Dauntless. They were all very loud and as I tried to weave through them, I got jostled around quite a bit. They were all talking at once, but a certain voice stood out to me. They were directly behind me.

"Oi, Matt, thanks for saving my ass back there," Jack chuckled. "I guess I just got a little excited."

"I'm used to it by now Jack, trust me," the boy named Matt laughed back. Suddenly, I felt my foot get caught on a bump in the sidewalk and I fell forward, my notebook flying out of my hands. I hit the ground hard, almost getting stepped on by the conversing boys behind me.

"Hey, watch it Stiff!" Jack yelled at me. A few Dauntless around us had stopped to watch the scene. I remained quiet and began searching for my notebook. Suddenly I saw it, near a pair of sneaker-clad feet. I reached for it, but before I could get it, a pair of hands picked it up. My eyes followed the hands as they lifted the notebook.

"What's this, Stiff?" Matt smirked at me. I got to my feet and tried to take it back from him. He raised the notebook above his head, smirking even wider.

"Why don't you just ask for it?" he asked. "Too shy?"

I clenched my lips together, fuming silently.

"He's mute!" someone in the back of the growing crowd shouted.

Matt's grin got impossibly wider.

"C'mon Stiff!" he encouraged, before leaning closer to me and saying, so the crowd could still hear, "Ask me for it."

There was a deadly silence throughout the crowd, and I sure as hell wasn't going to be the one to break it. I kept my lips firmly together. Then I made a desperate snatch at my notebook, failing to grasp it out of Matt's grip. Laughter rippled through the crowd, and I felt my cheeks grow warm.

Suddenly Jack spoke up. "C'mon Matt, give the Stiff his notebook." Matt looked at him incredulously.

"What? Why should I?" he retaliated.

Jack easily reached over Matt's head and grabbed the notebook from his hands. He tossed it my direction and then looked Matt in the eye. "Because I said so." I scrambled to catch my notebook, my means of communication.

Matt continued to glare at me. "Stupid Stiff," he spat.

I opened up my notebook and used an entire page to write to words. Fuck. You.

Matt looked like he was about to lunge at me, but Jack pulled him away. As they walked away, I saw him glance back at me. I gave him a very small smile before he turned back around. Then I realized what I had done. People were still staring at me. I had caused a scene. And... shit.

I had just cursed at someone. How very un-Abnegation of me.

My parents were going to be pissed.

Notes

Hello! So, atllover and I decided to cowrite a story! Yeah, yeah, be excited. It was atllover's idea to write a story, and I thought of the storyline. I am really stoked for this story, and I hope you all like it! I will be doing Alex's POV and atllover will be doing Jack's POV. Be sure to check out all of her amazing stories and my one other story. c: Ok, er bye I guess. We will try to update as much as possible.

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