Tris POV

Beep! Beep! Beep! The alarm clock blares in my ear, signaling the worst day of my life. I brush my hair out of my eyes, sigh, and sit up in my bed. I just got home from visiting my mom in Milan last night, and I am exhausted, but get up anyway.

I make my bed before walking over to my closet to pick out an outfit. My closet is big, reflecting my mother's fortune, the one she earned from designing fashions- that teenagers all over the world wear- and being the CEO of Vogue magazine. Running my fingers over fabrics, I browse through clothes, still in my PJs. I pull out a flowy burgundy short-sleeved shirt, skinny jeans, socks, and brown ankle boots. After discarding my pajamas I get dressed, and put on a necklace that has a sliver flame on it.

After brushing my hair but leaving it down, I walk downstairs into the kitchen where my brother Caleb is already sitting, eating a breakfast of eggs.

"Hey," I say as I sit at the table and start on my own plate. "Nervous?"

Caleb shakes his head. "When am I ever nervous?"

"Um, should I mention the multiple instances when-"

"No, it's fine." He finishes and puts his plate in the sink. "I'm gonna head out."

"Kay, see you at school." He heads out, and I finish my plate, brush my teeth, and after kissing my still-sleeping brother Grayson on the head, I get in my black pick-up with my bag.

I start the car, and head over to Factions High School, trying to focus on driving instead of my growing nerves.

When I get to the school, I park in a parking space next to a motorcycle, and then walk in. I got my schedule in the mail two days ago, so I know what room number I'm going to. I race down the hall to my locker, spin the combo, and open it. I lean against the door, allowing myself a deep breath for the first time today, and look at my schedule.

1st- Pre- Calculus Room- 203

2nd-American History Room- 420

3rd-Honors English 3 Room- 702

4th-Physics Room-501

5th- Lunch

6th-Psycology 1 Room- 304

7th- Music Room- 111

8th- Gym Room- 118

It isn't so bad, and I'm not taking any languages, since I'm fluent in all the ones that the school has to offer, so I don't have to suffer through that. I grab my math binder and notebook and head to class.

The only seat open is by the door, next to a tall, muscular, dark-haired blue-eyed boy. I sit down next to him, put my stuff on my desk, and wait for the bell.

"Hey." I look over at the boy. "I'm Four. Do you have a pencil I can use?"

"Dude, seriously?" I eye him. "It's the first day of school and you didn't bring a pencil?"

"Well, I was kind of using it as an excuse to talk to you." I roll my eyes and hand him a pencil. "What's your name?"

"Tris."

"Cool. Do you want to sit with me and my friends at lunch?"

"Um…" Briiiiiiiiiiing! Saved by the bell. I don't know this Four dude, but I will sit with him at lunch, because he might have nice friends, and I don't know anyone. "Sure." I whisper to him.

He smiles at me as the teacher walks in. "Can I see your schedule?" I pass it to him.

"Hi, I'm Mr. Maxwell. I'm your Pre- Calc teacher. It's the first day, so we're not going to work. I'm going to show you a little slide show about me." I groan inwardly. Why'd I get this teacher? But at least it's not work. Mr. Max starts the slide show, and a note appears on my desk.

I have all your classes with you except English, physics, and psychology. And seriously? That workload is horrible.

I write one back. If I recall, you are taking all hard classes too.

Touché.

:p

See you in AH.

Kk.

I look back at the board and zone out for the rest of the class. For History my teacher is Mr. Harrison, and he does the same thing as Mr. Maxwell. Ms. Monroe, my Honors English teacher, has us play an icebreaking game to get to know each other. Physics was boring, and I almost fell asleep.

I walk out of the English room, and find my way to the cafeteria without much trouble. I scan the room, until I see Four standing on a bench, waving both arms in the air. I walk over to him.

"Subtle." I say to him.

"Thanks, I know." He smiles at me. "Can I see your phone?"

"Yeah." I unlock my phone and give it to him. He enters himself as a contact and texts himself.

"There, now you have my number."

"Cool. I'm gonna go get in line for lunch." I start walking towards the lunch line.

"Hey, I'll come with." Four catches up with me.

"Okay. Um, so. Who are the mysterious friends you said I could sit with?" I get a piece of pizza, an apple, and a slice of fantastic-looking cake.

"Um, Shauna, Zeke, Uriah, Marlene, Lynn, Will, and Christina. I know you and Christina will be friends." We pay for our food, and I follow him back to his table. It is now filled with people. He sits down and I sit next to him, next to a handsome, dark skinned boy. "Everyone," He says and quiets down the table. "This is Tris. She's a junior and new this year."

"Hi." I lift my hand.

"I'm Uriah," says the boy next to me. "I think we have History Together."

"Yeah." I smile at him.

"My brother Zeke is over there." He points to a boy who is slightly shorter than Uriah, and looks surprisingly like him. "He's dating Shauna, that's Marlene and Lynn, Christina and Will are over there…." He points at the people as he says their names. Looking at the people around me, laughing and talking, I realized that this place won't be so bad after all.

Revised 7-21-2015