Tris POV
Contrary to most people's beliefs the weirdest moments of our lives turn out to be the 'game changer' say. My family and I moved to San Antonio, Texas from Tallahassee, Florida when my mom got transferred. Although she is constantly travelling she wouldn't allow my brother and I to stay in the only place we have ever called home. My father is a totally different story, a depressing one at that. When I was a mere two years old he died in his hospital bed from a serious case of the flu. Not many die of flu, but life has a funny way of working itself out. Enough about my past because the present is when my life took a 360.
I sit on the edge my porch, swinging my tan legs back and forth, soaking up the last few rays of sunshine that the day will provide. With the first day of school around the corner I have taken every opportunity to sit outside while my brother has been hiding out in his room preparing for our first day of school tomorrow. Starting a new school for freshman year when I have never been to a different school is just crazy. It's not like my mom left my brother and I a choice or a warning though. Just a week earlier she called us both downstairs saying she had the news of the century, yet that is not how I saw it.
The main thought on my mind has been what the heck am I gonna wear tomorrow? In Florida I knew just what to wear, but Texas on the first day of school as a freshman! I have no idea what to do and the hours are flying by before a decision must be made. For one thing I know the people in this town wear more 'southern' clothing per say. This might sound stalker like but I have been watching each passerby to see what they wear in the hopes I figure something out. From what I have noticed most wear a button down shirt, jeans/jean shorts, and boots. Granted there are others who don't go into that category, but my assumption is they normally wear the former.
Before we moved here I went through my clothes and meant to go shopping after realizing I had almost no southern clothing. I have ONE thing. A cropped button down shirt and one pair of cowgirl boots, but only because I needed it for a special dance my school threw. I suppose I am going to end up wearing that and pairing it with other things… ugh this is impossible.
"Beatrice it is time for you to come inside to get ready for bed. Also you have two options: you can get to school twenty minutes early with your brother or take the bus. It will be the same two options every day, but you can pick each night," my mom, Natalie Prior a famous fashion designer, tells me.
"Mom I told you it is Tris now not Beatrice, so please remember because I might choose to make friends and Beatrice just won't help," I tell her trying not to smile. My mom and mine's relationship is rock solid, and we constantly tease each other about anything and everything. She also knows I am stubborn, sarcastic, snarky, and I am the worst at making friends.
"Sweetheart you are going to make friends even if I have to force you, so did you pick an outfit out for tomorrow," she asks me joining me on the porch.
"Yeah you will see tomorrow since I will be riding with you mainly because I need to get my schedule and stuff," I tell her, but in all honesty I just don't want to meet people on a bus.
"Okay then I can't wait Tris, but you should head to bed since you have to get up early," she tells me ushering me upstairs to my partially unpacked room.
Most kids would be nervous for their first day of school and don't get me wrong I definitely ingested some butterflies, but I am not going to be someone I am not tomorrow. I am Tris Prior a girl who does what she wants.