A/N: I hope you enjoy this. It's just something I created off the top of my head. I desprately wanted to make a Divergent FanFic after sitting and reading them for so long! Review if you have the time. -Divergent Penguin
"I only have one rule- respect!"
I prod at my desk with a pencil. All of us have had Mr. Eaton as a sub before, so we've all heard this speech numerous times. It's not like we can listen anymore, it's so banal.
I manage to sneak a glance at Marlene across the room. She's one of my best friends. Our eyes meet. She flutters her eyelids and pretends to be sleeping. I have to fight a smile from flicking up onto my face. Mr. Eaton is a boring sub, but he is known for having a short temper, as well as being unforgiving.
He plods to the center of the room. "I need to take attendance now," his voice is sharp, like a knife's edge. There are deep creases on the side of his face that form when he frowns, probably due to him scowling so much. It's not his fault. Rumor has it that his wife left him a few years ago for another man, leaving him to care for his son by himself. His son was kidnapped not quite a year after the incident. He was left with nothing except the substitute teacher job he filled every so often, when his family was whole.
Marlene and I exchange glances through attendance. We both hate it when teachers go through attendance. Our last names are toward the end of the alphabet, so we have to listen to about twenty student's names until ours are called.
"Uriah?" Mr. Eaton calls, his low voice quiet.
"Here," the boy next to me replies, lazily. Uriah is known for being hilarious, but he's a pain to work with in class. Especially when you're lab partners in science class - it's always, "But why can't we have Arsenic in the experiment?" or "I didn't know Hydrogen was in water!" or anything like that. He's a pain.
Despite my frustration with him, he's one of my best friends. Not to mention that I've liked him for a couple months now.
"Beatrice?" Mr. Eaton's dark eyes search the room, and I perk up.
"Here," I reply. " I go by Tris, though."
He nods. "Don't bother telling me your nicknames. I won't remember them. Mar-"
At this precise moment, a deafening creak fills the room and sends a shiver down my spine. This is followed by a high pitched whirring sound that dissipates after a few seconds.
"What was that?"
"Where did it come from?"
"Why did it stop?"
Uriah starts chattering away next to me, only to be interrupted by a muffled voice over the intercom.
"LOCKDOWN!" an unidentifiable shrill voice yells, and I feel my body go cold. "This is not...I repeat, this is not a drill!"
