Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent and no characters that Veronica Roth has made. All rights to her!
(I am so sorry if I repeat "I" so many times. I'm not the best writer... Also, I had been thinking of this story/plot for a while now but it's always more fun to read than write in my opinion.. but I guess I thought I'd give it a try. I mean I can always control the story which is good and all..)
Tris POV
I wake up and realize that the constant beeping is my alarm going off. I sigh thinking about going to school for the first day of my senior year. Since this is a new school, why not a "new" me?
So, I get up and start to get ready. I took a shower last night so I would have more time to make sure I look a little decent. I throw on black leggings with a black flowy kind of crop top. I apply a little mascara, a little eyeliner with a small wing, and put a nude lipstick color on.
In the corner of my room I see my mirror so I look at myself. Surprisingly, I look pretty dang good. Well, besides my blonde hair that goes to the middle of my back that I forgot to brush. So I just brush it out and keep it simple.
I head downstairs and pick up an apple to eat while Caleb, my brother, drives me to school. He starts to head downstairs, which means that he's ready to go. Quickly, I tell my mom goodbye, and my dad was already at work.
"Hey Caleb. Ready to go?", I ask.
"Yup! Just let me grab a snack.", he answers.
"I'll be in the car."
"Be there in a second."
I head out to the car and wait for him. He comes out about thirty seconds later chewing on his granola bar. He gets in and starts the car, then backs out and we're off to school. About ten minutes later we're pulling up to where we usually park. Right in the front because Caleb has always been one of those people who have to be first.
Let's just get this straight. I'm kind of invisible at my school. I mean I know people, but it's not like they invite me to parties or ask me to hang out. Usually I just end up being partners with them for a project or some sort. That's how I met Christina. She is pretty known, friends with the "popular" people. I'm not really into that sort of stuff. But Christina is pretty nice. She'll say hey and stuff if we see each other, won't go out of her way though to see me.
Everyone is going to the cafeteria to get their schedules. I go up to one of the teachers.
"Last name, please?", she asks not making eye contact with me.
"Prior. And it's Tris.", I say.
She hands me my schedule. I look it over.
A Days:
1st Period: English
2nd Period: Science
Lunch
3rd Period: History
4th Period: Spanish
B Days:
1st Period: Math
2nd Period: Music
Lunch
3rd Period: Art
4th Period: Off Period
I love my schedule. My B days are like days off practically. I'm excited already. I check my locker too, number 1064. I walk over to it, and guess who's my locker neighbor. Christina. At least it's not one of the creepy kids.
"Tris! Hey! I haven't seen you in so long! How've you been?", Christina asks, with far too much enthusiasm.
"I know! It's been forever! I've been great, thanks. How about you?," I reply.
"Oh you know, same old. But I really do miss talking to you. Hopefully we have some classes together, but I have to go. Why don't you sit with me at lunch?"
"Yeah sure! And I have to go too, I'll see you later." I walk to my first class.
I'm the second on in there. I take a seat towards the side in the back. Everyone starts piling in. There's one spot left, which is next to me. Oh, who will be the lucky pers- and then he walks in. Why me? Why? He eyes the chair left, next to me, then walks over with a small smile on his face. He always has that smile on his face.. I wish I could take it off. The teacher walks in right as he sits down.
"Hello class, I'm Mr. Green, and today we will be assigning partners for this year.", partners.. already? I zone out.
"..and then Four and Tris."
Four looks over at me and smiles. I just stare at him blankly. Then it becomes some sort of staring contest. We both look away once we realize we've been looking too long. Then the bell rings. Speak of the devil.
I get up and grab my bag and books and walk out of the room.
"Hey, Tris! Wait up!", he says. I stop and wait for him to catch up.
"Yes, how can I help you?", I say sarcastically.
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