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Hey guys! This is my first fanfiction…hope you enjoy! Anyways…here it is! (Sorry if it's not that good…I'm not a professional author.)
Disclaimer: I'm not Veronica Roth, last time I checked, so I sadly do not own Divergent.
I walk into the school, books clutched to my chest. Junior year isn't really exciting for me…as much as it is for some people. I'd rather keep to myself and be more of the jerk that no one likes…with a few exceptions of people. I shift my books to my right arm and adjust the left strap on my book bag. I dodge people I sort of recognize and most I haven't seen in my life.
"Out of my way, I have places to be, move…" I mutter more to myself than to other people.
Before I know what's happening, I am slammed up against someone, my books dropping to the ground.
"Why don't you watch where you're going, klutz," a too familiar voice booms.
Four.
I am not in the mood for this.
"Four, shut up. I am not in the mood for your freaking crap," I say, trying to sound intimidating.
"What did you say?" he demands. I roll my eyes.
"You heard me." I look up into his dreamy blue eyes. Eyes I could get sucked in to. Stop it, Tris. You hate this dude's guts.
"Watch yourself, Tris," is all he says. He kicks my books across the hall, and I roll my eyes. I pick up my books and head down to my locker.
A couple of years ago, we used to be best friends. We did everything together. Like, legit everything. We were inseparable. Then something inside him broke, and he now hates me - as I do him.
I walk down to the same locker I've had for the past three years. I can practically walk there without looking.
I undo the combination and tear the door open, not really caring if I slam it into someone's face or not.
"Hey! Nice to see you too!' I hear a female voice screech sarcastically.
"Christina, I'm not in the mood," I say bitterly. I shove most of my books in my locker, and only take the ones out that I'll need for my first classes - slamming the door when I'm done.
"What's the matter with you?" Christina questions me as I push past people, making my way to Science.
"Four," is all I say. She nods in understanding as we open the door to Science. I receive a few glares from people who probably hate me, but I've learned to ignore them.
Christina and I take our seats in the back. I tug down on my black V-neck shirt, making sure to more fully expose the new tattoos I got over the summer. Christina notices them but doesn't say anything. She most not be surprised. Who would be? I grab a hair tie from off of my wrist and tie my blonde, blue streaked hair in a high ponytail. As soon as the teacher walks in, someone bursts through the door. I am too busy concentrating on my fingernails to even care who it was. That someone takes the last seat - the seat on the right of me.
"Okay, class. These seats will be yours for the rest of the year," the teacher instructs. Christina lets out a quiet squeal, probably because she was assigned next to me. I glance up to see who's at my right. I suck in a quick breath when I see who it is.
Four.
Well this will be a hell of a school year.
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