Hey guys enjoy, first chapter!
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*Flashback*
Strobe lights flashed, illuminating the sweat on everyone's bodies. The music blared out of massive black speakers and everyone jumped up and down to the beat of it. I can't even believe I was invited to this party, based on the names my peers called me. I decided I had had my fun and I started to leave the still steadily going party. Wondering if it would go into early hours of the morning, I hopped in my silver Porsche and drove home.
I pulled off my heels as I sneaked into my house. It was 11:00 pm. Crap, I was supposed to be back by 10:30! I hope dad doesn't hit me, the skin on my back is already fragile, whipped and bruised from last time I did something wrong. I crept into the kitchen and sighed in relief. It looked like he had gone to bed. I started to climb the stairs to my room. They slightly creaked but I doubt the noise will wake my father up. Suddenly a man spoke.
"Where do you think you're going?"
His cold hard voice came out of the darkness sending me into shock for a moment.
"N-no where." I replied shakily.
"This is the last straw Beatrice. (Rude language here) You slut, whore, having sex with every boy in the school and coming home half an hour late from slutty parties. Come here."
"I-I'm sorry i-it w-won't happen a-again." His insults pierced me like he had stabbed me with a knife.
"I said COME HERE." My father yelled at me, eyes flashing with a murderous rage.
I took a cautious step towards this monster of a man, accepting my fate even before it came to me. However my father surprised me by pulling out a deadly, cold, hard gun.
I screamed and took a step back shielding myself behind my hands while a lump rose in my throat. He yelled "SHUT UP BITCH," however I kept shrieking and attempting to run but my legs kept giving out from the fear in my body. My father strode over to me and grabbed me by the neck while pointing the gun at my stomach. I froze. Tears were streaming down my face as I watched his fingers tighten on the trigger. A loud sound popped my ears and I felt excruciating pains spreading out like sun rays from my abdomen across my whole body.
The last thing I saw before I woke up in the hospital were his snake-like eyes glinting.
*End of flashback*
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!
My alarm blared loud in my ears and I groaned. First day of my new school, yippee. Nerves fluttered in my stomach as I thought of meeting new people; crazy high-schoolers. Picturing last years high school, I wondered "am I going to have no friends? Am I going to be called names? Am i going to be alone?"
I rolled over and looked at the time. A string of colorful swears poured out of my mouth as I realized I had been sitting in bed thinking for 20 minutes! That only left me 20 to get ready!
I sprinted out of bed into the shower and washed my hair. I then raced into my closet to find something suitable for my first day. Settling on black converse, black skinny jeans and a black tank top with a cameo-green jacket over the top, I brushed out my hair. I looked in the mirror at my naturally spotless skin and decided I would put a little bit of make-up on. The mascara I used was waterproof and the eye-liner made my grey eyes less boring.
I grabbed a muffin as I ran out the door to my car. It was a striking silver Porsche that my mum had bought back from Japan where she held one of her fashion shows. The car was a birthday present.
I made my way to school in less than 5 minutes, which was lucky because I was already running late. High School students milled around in the parking lot and on the entrance to the school. Quickly walking towards the doors, I kept my head down so no one knew I was a new student. The administration office was painted in black, grey, blue, yellow and white stripes. A pretty lady covered in tattoos sat at the front desk looking bored. I walked up to her and spoke.
"Um hi my name is Beatrice Prior and I'm new here. Do you have my timetable?" I said quietly.
"Yes, hi my name is Tori!" she flashed me a massive smile and I returned it weakly. "Here's your timetable, have fun Beatrice!"
"Please call me Tris." I decided a while ago that Beatrice wasn't my name anymore. Part of it was because it brought back pain and memories from my father, but it was also because it didn't suit me.
"Okay Tris I have seen your timetable and I am your arts and music teacher. Please just call me Tori." She grinned and I instantly knew I liked her.
I walked out of the office and noticed the hallway had gone quiet. Looking up from my timetable, I saw that no one was there! Crap, I thought, everyone's already in class! I fast-walked to my first class that was written down on the timetable (which was history) and arrived at the door. Nerves filled my stomach again and made my hands clammy. I wiped them on my jeans and reached for the doorknob and what I saw inside made me mentally facepalm that I was late and made me feel tempted to run away.
The whole class. Staring at me! A sea of eyes watching my every move as I froze and blushed.
"Ah Ms Prior, nice of you to join us!" the teacher at the front of the room said beaming. "Everyone, this is Bea-"
"Actually just Tris thanks." I cut in, surprised to hear how steady my voice sounded.
"Oh okay, well everyone this is 'Just Tris Thanks!'" the teacher exclaimed, a weak attempt at humor.
I stared blankly at him which caused a few students to laugh. I looked to wear the laughs came from and saw two boys that looked similar, tan, muscly, short hair. Sitting next to them was another boy who was tall and had emerald green eyes with blonde hair. He had his arm around a stunning tan girl with short dark hair. The person who really caught my attention was a lean muscular boy. His hair was black and you could see his abs through the dark top he was wearing. His eyes were a swirling pool of different shades of blue and they locked with mine for a breath-taking moment before I looked back towards the teacher. "Uh you can sit down Tris, next to Four or Molly," he said.
I glanced at who he was talking about and saw a chubby girl with a menacing look in her eyes; Molly. The other option was the boy who had caught my attention with the blue eyes. Four's a bit of a weird name, I thought but I sat down next to him anyway.
"Alright class it's the first day so you can talk for the whole lesson." The teacher said.
I pulled out my sketch book and started to draw since I thought no one would bother to talk to me.
Then I felt a tap on my shoulder.
So here you are guys, first chapter! Please review and tell me any tips (no hate). I think I might do Four's P.O.V next time!
Thank you for reading :)
E.K