Hi, I'm banana, this is my first fanfic, so I hope you like it, please tell me any helpful advice to the story, i would love to hear it. Also, I'm homeschool, so i don't no what school is actually like, so I apologize if something are wrong. Anyway, enjoy!
I wake up to the sound of my alarm beeping, I smash the snooze button with my fist, I'm not a morning person. My attempts to fall back a sleep, fail, when my mom yelled at me to wake up, from down stairs. I make an un-human sound, and forces myself out of bed. Today is the first day of school, yay! Back at high school, for another bloody year, thankfully there's only a year left, then I'm off to collage, out of Chicago. The plus for this year, is I finally have a new English teacher! My old one, Mr. Eric, was one of the worst teachers I have ever had, or anyone could have had. He wasn't just bad at teaching, he was a horrible man. And if you got on his bad side, which almost everyone did, it was impossible to make the guy like you, or even make the guy not despise you. You'll never see an A in that class, even if you earned it, Ass.
After I finish up in the bathroom and get dressed, my mom is in the kitchen, she never gave up this, event of making a great breakfast and makes her self in the best mood ever, for the first day of school, over the years it just got annoying, I mean, the food was nice... "So.. " she began. "Are you excited?" I look up at her, and give her a look that says, 'are you serious' she just laughs and shakes her head. She brings a plate full of pancakes, bacon and a fruit salad, with coffee.
I drove myself to school today, usually I ride with Christina, but today I just felt like driving in peace, not that driving with Chris is annoying, it's just that i wanted to think while driving. I ended up thinking about my new teacher, I don't know his name, but do know he male, making wonder what he looks like, not that ill ever be interested in one of my teachers, or even think that way about one.
I get to school a little late, so as soon as I walk in the bell rings, not letting me be able to say hi to any of my friends besides to Chris who found me and walked with me to class, our first class is English, so I do indeed get to see what this new teacher of mine looks like, I did find out that he is also my new Gym teacher. I really didn't mind couch Max, last year, but i think he retired. Hopefully this new guys not a jerk or something, having to put up with him for two different classes.
Me and Chris's walk in and take our seats, we sit next to each other in the second line of desks, our teacher has his back to us, not allowing me to fully see him, but I can see he is, writing down his name on the black board, stating that he is, Mr. Eaton. I observer his hand writing, it's kinda sloppy, vert boyish, and un-teacher like. But I quite like it. Once finished, he turns to face us, something knots in my stomach as i look at him, he has strong, but gentle dark, blue, almost navy, eyes. A strong check bone, and a fuller lower lip, dark, slightly curly, short hair. I hate to admitted it, but I have to forces my self to look away, i look around at all the other students, girls in particular, in which, they are staring they same way I was, but do not look away, as i did. Which is not surprising, most of the girl here would date him, teacher or not, they don't care. But it's not like he has any interest for any of them, including me. It seems like we've been staring at him, for quite awhile know, but truly it's only been seconds since he turned around, so he speaks. "Good morning class, I'm Mr. Eaton your new English teacher, as well for some of you, you're, new gym teacher. First, I want to start off, with having you guys come up and telling me a few things about yourself.".we all groaned, I hate these sort of things. I see Mr. Eaton, pick up a clipboard, probably with are names is alphabetical order, as he starts to call names.
Unfortunately being named Beatrice, I'm about the 5th personal go up, I really regret not thinking about what to say before hand, but being me, I was to interested in see the other students, try to think of some interesting thing to say about them self. But, now its my turn to go up there and humiliate myself. "Umm, my name's Beatrice, but I go by Tris. I was born here in Chicago..." Ok, that was lame, think Tris. " I.. ah.. play soccer, and I'm an artist." I look back at Mr. Eaton, who gives me an approving nod, to finish. I do, and walk back to my seat, slightly embarrassed. The rest of the students go by in a blur, until it's Chris turn, then I pay intention, curious as to what she will say. She goes up there with a smile on her face, she always been good at these kind of things, there not one pinch of shyness or fear, in her. "Hi, I'm Christina, I also play soccer, I want to be a makeup artist or a hair stylist, I want to go to Dauntless university. And I play the piano." With that she walks back to her desk, proudly. Why didn't I say i want to go to Dauntless, me and Chris have both wanted to go there since we were little. Too late know.
After that'll, class actually begins. It's nothing to hard, almost a review from last year. During that class I find myself, looking at Mr. Eaton. And to my surprise, I find him looking at me too, but it's probably just my imagination, he's probably looking at every one the same way, to see if we're focus or not, probably. But it still feels nice. What, ugh, Tris get your self together, you told yourself that you would not think of him in the way. Stop. But then again ill look up at him, he is too staring at me, with those dark blue eyes, eyes you could get lost in, and I guess I did, after about what seems a long time, but probably only about a minute, I look back down, I still have a lot of work to do, and not a lot of time. I don't look back up at Mr. Eaton again, but I can still feel his eyes occasionally looking at me. And I don't mind.