Wow. College. This is…exciting to say the least. I'm Beatrice Prior. I grew up in Chicago, and now I've taken the courageous decision to embark to the
University of California Los Angeles. Well I don't know how courageous it was all I knew was I couldn't take living there anymore. It wasn't bad or
anything, I just didn't live up to my parents expectations. They were constantly donating old clothing, some of my brother Caleb's and my old toys, old
silverware. Yeah, that's right silverware. If for some odd reason we had an excessive amount of spoons we would send the majority of them to Goodwill.
Sometimes I would have to eat soup with a fork. If we ever had any leftovers of food we would go out and give it to homeless people. I'm not complaining
about being nice, it's just that being completely selfless was hard for me. It didn't come natural. Even as an 18 year old, a legal adult, I had to be told to
give up my seat on the L to an old person. My dad wanted me and Caleb to go to his alma mater, University of Chicago and follow his footsteps becoming
a lawyer. My mom however was supportive of whatever we chose, but it was understood we were supposed to stay at home. However when California
accepted me I couldn't really refuse. I could finally be myself, and where it didn't snow from October to April. So if my dad wasn't mad when I decided to
leave he was when he found out Caleb made it into Harvard. It's not like they didn't know he was some super genius, I mean they saw his report cards.
Caleb practically packed his bags when his acceptance letter came. My dad didn't even come to the airport with us, he said he had a huge case that he was
super busy with. He could have, I mean his and his partner Marcus are one of the top law firms in Chicago, but still his two children are leaving off to
college and he couldn't bother to say goodbye.
Basically I packed up my old life into two suitcases and a duffle bag and now I'm hauling them around trying to find my dorm room. I even have a map,
but it's still hard.
"Um, do you need help?" A girl asks. I look up from my map to find a tall, dark skinned, girl with short black hair. I don't really know what to do. I'm too
proud to admit that I need help, but I'm too lost to even care about my pride. Screw pride, I need help.
"Actually yes. I'm looking for Rieber Terrace. Do you know it?" I ask with a small sliver of hope she knows where it is.
"Yeah, that's my dorm. What room?"
"319."
"Holy-Really?" She said kind of surprised.
"Yeah, why?"
"That's mine too. Welcome roomie. I'm Christina."
"I'm uh," I thought for a second, Beatrice didn't sound right, "Tris."
"Yay! Tris, we are going to be like best friends. We are going to procrastinate papers, we are going to go to parties, we're going to procrastinate papers
because we're at parties!"
"Damn girl, you got this all figured out." I say with a smile.
"Come on Tris. We are going to the Activities Fair. But first your changing. My new best friend will not wear board shorts and a t-shirt." she said. I looked
down at my outfit. It didn't seem too bad.
"But, but this is comfortable." I said.
"But, you look like a boy. Come on, it'll be okay. I promise."