Tell me what you like. Tell me what you don't. Tell me what you think. Tell me why turtles are called turtles.
Chapter one
Today is my first day at Faction high. Which I had to start in the middle of my freshman year. I had to switch schools after a problem with my mom. My dad died when I was three because of a heart attack when he was 32. He was the love of my mom's life. She couldn't cope with the pain, so she turned to alcohol. My brother went to live with my aunt to make it easier. After she was a mess she would neglect me and let me do whatever I want. I never told anyone because I thought it was normal and it was how parents acted. Things got tougher threw out the years. I would make all my meals and do the shopping. I had my mom fallowing me to drive me and pay. Then she was just so mad at life she started to take it out on me when I was in fourth grade. All she did was yell at me. Well, until seventh grade that is. She started to hit me one day. In the end of 7th grade I had enough. I called for help and now I'm living with my other aunt in two towns over after two years of custody battles with a fresh start. No one knows who I am and I plan to keep it that way.
They don't know me as the girl with family problems or the girl that tried to kill herself. They don't know Beatrice. They are going to know tris. Tris is fearless. Tris can now defend herself after two years of self-defense to stop the bullies at her old school. Tris needs to get ready for school.
I throw on some yoga pants and a baggie sweatshirt. It's not hard for me to find baggie sweatshirts because even though I'm fifteen I still look like I belong in 8th grade. I brush my hair and put it up in a messy bun. I finally find my black vans and throw them on. I run down stairs have a bowl of cereal them I am in my aunts car with my books and my class list.
My classes are:
A: Level zero math 245
B: Level zero computers 233
C: Level one Spanish 3rd Lunch 215
D: Level zero English 368
After school study group 101
Next day
E: Level zero Band 134
F: Gym URL 159
G: Level zero science 214
H: level zero World cultures 359
After school art club 278
There are three levels. Level two is common core or average. Level one is for people that are above average. And level zero is for people that are geniuses. The level zero kids go through three times the material that the average class goes through. When I told them that I wanted to take these classes they looked at me like I was crazy. They said it was suicide. I laughed. When we arrive we pull up to this huge school.
My mouth flies open. It's so big. It is five stories high. Now I know why we have seven minutes in-between each class to get to where we are going. I walk through the front door and walk into the hallway. My first class is in room 245. There's a big blue print of the school in the middle of the man corridor so I walk over to it. Right after I find my class I hear a scream coming from the other side of the glass. A boy with black greasy hair is holding a girl with mocha skin and a black bob pined to the glass. "Leave her alone!" I say and shove him off her. She falls to the ground out of breath and I help her up. The guy stares at me. I don't know if it was because he's surprised I was able to shove him or because I stood up to him.
I say "Take a picture it will last longer!" I grab the girl by the hand and march off in a random direction. Once we are far enough away I turn to face the girl again.
She gives me a hug. "I haven't talked to you before and you just stood up to Eric for me! You're either the nicest person ever or you have a death wish." I laugh at how shocked she is.
I smile and say "Hello I'm Tris I'm knew here and I saw you needed help so I helped. It's no big deal."
She says "My names Christina but everyone calls me Chris. Now give me your classes so I can compare them to mine."
She takes one look at my classes and looks shocked. She coughs and starts to talk again "How the hell did you get all possible level zero classes. I only know one other person to do that and he hardly ever talks to anyone but his best friend and no one outside our group. But we have math, Spanish, study group, band, gym, and art club together! We still have 20 minutes before math so let me introduce you to my friends."
I have never really had friends. I would study all the time, read, write, draw, and play music. That's all was allowed to do after fourth grade. And in fifteen years I managed to make one friend, Susan that moved away in the beginning of eight grade. I am so nervous I start to shake a little. Chris notices.
Chris stops "what's wrong?" She says.
"Nothing." There is no way I would tell her the truth any of it.
Chris turns around and hugs me again and says "Don't be nervous I'll tell them what you did and the will welcome you into our group." Her words calm my nerves down quite a bit. We start walking up a stair case to the second floor and wait in room 278 the art room. When we walk in we are surrounded by people. They all start screaming at Chris. One girl with a shaved head screams "WHO IS SHE!" A tall boy with tan skin and black hair screams "Why would you tell anyone about this place!" I feel like I might cry this is exactly like my old school. Why are people so mean? I saved their friend and now there yelling at me. A boy with black hair and piercing blue eyes looks at me. He isn't yelling. He isn't mad. He is making my heart pound. Another boy that big with brown hair screams "What do you think you're doing! She isn't our friend! Why would you bring here here?!" I run out of the room. I haven't cried since 5th grade. When I get upset I do what I love fighting, making music, writing, drawing, or reading. I dropped my class list so I take an extra out of my backpack. I find class 245 and walk up to the teacher's desk.