Faction High

"I don't know if this is a good idea Chris."

"Come on! It's just a party at my friend Zeke's house. What could go wrong?"

"But I don't know anyone besides you that lives here. It's going to be awkward."

"I'll introduce you to some people okay? Now stop arguing with me and let's go get ready" Christina says before dragging me up the stairs to her room.

I knew I wasn't going to win that argument. Christina starts searching in her closet for something for us to wear to the party. I have to admit, I'm a little scared at what she's going to make me wear. She grabs two dresses off of some hangers, one red one and one black one, and threw one at me. You've got to be kidding me I think to myself. Christina sees the look on my face, puts her hands on her hips and says

"Tris just put it on. You'll look hot!"

"Ha, yeah right! It'll take a lot more than just a short, tight, black dress to make ME look hot."

I slip into the tiny dress and plop black down onto her bed crossing my arms.

"Stop pouting and come sit in this chair so I can do your hair and make-up! This is your first impression remember? You have to look good!"

I groan but sit down in the chair anyways. I get bored after 10 minutes of Christina trying to figure out what to do with my hair and zone off. I think about the first time I met Christina, a couple days before.

*FLASHBACK*

I still can't believe that my parents made us move. Why did Caleb get to stay in California? Why couldn't I stay too? Thankfully though we moved in the summer so I wouldn't have to start school in the middle of the year.

"Beatrice come and help your mom and I with these bags." My dad said.

I roll my eyes before walking over to help, but neither of them notice. I would have gotten in trouble if they did. My parents are very strict and believe that everyone should be selfless all the time. I can't stand it. I'm not like them. I don't belong with them, with my family. I finish carrying the last of the bags from the moving truck into our new house and plop myself down on the couch. Just then, the doorbell rings. Who could that be? We don't know anyone here!

"Hello!" a really cheerful girl greats me as I open the door. "I'm Christina. I live next door to you. I just wanted to come over and welcome you to Chicago."

"Hi um…Christina. I'm Beatrice."

My mom clears hers throat and glares at me from the kitchen. I don't look at her but I can feel her stare on my back.

"Would you like to come in, Christina?"

"Sure!"

I walk up the stairs hoping that she will follow me and she does. I open the door to my new room and sit down on my bed.

"I really like your room!" Christina says looking around.

"Oh um, thank you." I say looking down. I've never really liked having anyone in my room especially my new room since it's still new to me too.

"You know, Beatrice really doesn't fit you. Why don't you go by Tris instead? You can call me Chris. Hey, Chris and Tris the dynamic duo."

I look up at her and smile. I like that. Tris. New state, new city, new name. I like Christina. She seems really cool. I'm just glad I've made one friend so I won't be completely alone when I start high school. She tells me about Chicago and how much she loves it here. My mom comes to my room and asks if Christina wants to stay for dinner and she smile and nods. I then realize that we had been talking for over two hours. Well, I had been listening to her talk for two hours. At dinner, all I could think about was how fast Chris and I became friends and I'm glad I met her crazy, talkative self. This city may not be so bad after all.

*END FLASHBACK*

I snap back to reality when I hear Christina say

"Can I cut your hair?"

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