Hi All, This is my first fan fic. It's a divergent high story but I wanted it to be less rushed and less perfect from the others I've read. I hope you enjoy it :)
I'm driving to my new school, St. Factions on my first day. It's quiet in the car except for the wind blowing through the window. Caleb, my older brother, sits next to me all long limbed and awkward, his arm hanging out the window. I know he'll be fine today, make friends and settle in easy. I however, find it a lot more difficult and nerve-wracking.
"I think we take a right up here." Caleb tells me, pushing his blonde hair out of his eyes. I make the turn and soon there is a line of traffic trying to pull into the parking lot. I copy what they're doing and come to a halt. Caleb and I both lean forward to look out the windscreen. The school building is huge and there are people everywhere across the grounds and sidewalks.
"Wow." Caleb says stunned and rocks back against the seat.
"Yeah." Is all I manage.
The building is at least seven stories high, all red brick and arches. The grounds are just as grand with perfectly green grass and hedges cut to perfection. We've never been to a school like this.
We eventually find a spot and I turn off the car, just sitting there for a second.
"Meet you here at the end?" Caleb turns to me. I nod and smile trying to look convincing. He sees right through it, he knows me too well. He doesn't say anything, just gets out of the car. I watch him, hands in pockets, walk toward the building. I'm glad he didn't mention it, because we can't change anything now anyway.
After a few minutes I check the time and decide that I can't sit here and delay it any longer. I get out of the car and sling my backpack over my shoulder. People are looking at me as I make my way up the path. I'm not sure whether that's a good thing or a bad thing. I feel my heart rate start to rise and I begin to panic a little. Get it together, you'll be fine.
I follow the other students up the large concrete stairs into the foyer. There are long corridors stretching out to my sides with stairways leading off them at regular intervals. I know I'm going to get lost. In front of me is a long tall desk with a woman behind it sorting files and papers. I introduce myself and she promptly hands me my schedule, locker information and a few other bits and pieces to go over later.
"Now just head down this corridor," she points, "take the second flight of stairs on the left. Once you reach the top you'll find your locker in that area. Good luck."
I nod. "Thanks very much."
I walk following her directions up the stairs. By now the hallways are filled with students mingling and walking to their first class, which makes it harder to find my locker with them standing in front of them. I check the locker number again, 298 it reads. I can't see anything close to that number anywhere. I'm trying to see the numbers past all of the people. I hope it doesn't look like I'm staring at them. I get a few weird looks and a lot of stares; it's obvious that I'm new.
I finally find my locker right next to the staircase railing on the end. It creates a little corner for me to learn against the railing and open my locker. Not bad. I hear a lot of shouting and turn to see three guys running down the hallway dodging other students. They are laughing and shouting at each other. A tanned skinned guy is holding a phone in the air and reading it on the run.
"Oh Golly Gosh Christina! That'd be a dream come true!" he sings out, teasing the shorter dark head guy whose chasing them, but it seems like harmless fun, because he's laughing too. The tanned guy chucks the phone to the other taller one and then he starts to read while dodging students and keeping away from the dark head guy. "You know I can't say no to you," he shouts. They are still quite far away from me, but they are so loud that everyone had stopped to watch them. The dark head guy gets close to getting his phone back and swipes for it so he lobs it back to the tanned guy, who is coming my way. They are basically wheezing with laughter by now. He is walking backwards towards me while the other two wrestle a bit. He backs right into the corner so close I press myself back against my locker. If he keeps walking backwards he's going to go over but he puts an elbow onto the railing and smoothly faces me. "Hey," he winks.
"Hi," I say sarcastically rolling my eyes with a smile. The other two have broken apart and have started towards us and he seems to realize this too.
"Until we meet again fair lady," he smirks and slips me the phone trying to act casual. Oh no, I'm involved. I'm like an accessory to murder. Omg, what do I do? The other two reach us shoving one another.
"Give me back my phone." He demands looking at the guy next to me, but a smile plays on his lips. He has bright green eyes and dark hair that reaches them. He makes an attempt to snatch it back but comes up empty short; because it's me who has the phone.
"What makes you think I have it?" he says trying to act innocent, flashing his bare hands at the green eyed boy. They are crowding me into my corner now, so I stand there with the phone red hot in my hand. I still haven't decided what to do with it.
The taller one who actually looks a lot like the one who handed me the phone is looking at me, "Do I know you?" he asks kindly.
"Uhh, no I don't think so. It's my first day", I answer sheepishly.
"Ohh Okay, because I could have sworn that I have seen you before or something," He looks at me thinking.
"Jeez Zeke, could you sound anymore creepy!" says the guy who handed me the phone. The guy, Zeke, smacks him on the back of the head. "Stop trying to act so cool Uriah!" he teases.
Uriah laughs and tries to get a hold of Zeke. They start to wrestle playfully; everyone trying to get past gives them a wide berth. Zeke is definitely stronger and able to keep Uriah in a headlock while he struggles. I take their distraction to carefully slip the dark haired boy his phone behind my back and into his hand. I can see him smile out of the corner of my eye. Thank god I dodged that bullet. That is until Uriah asks for it back. I decide to try and make a quick exit.
I stuff the things I don't need for the first half of the day into my locker and set a combination. Just as I'm about to slip out between them, Uriah asks me if I need help finding my first class. I'm about to decline when I remember; I have no idea where to go.
"Umm, yeah actually, that'd be great." I say back, fishing for my schedule. I pass it to him and he smiles.
"Tris is it?" he reads off of my schedule.
"Yep" I respond and he continues.
"Tris, my dear, you have the pleasure of every Monday morning entering this hallowed place of learning and joining Will and I in English," he finishes with a huge grin. Will laughs and starts off, so I follow.
"Cya's later!" Zeke yells out as he starts winding his way to his own class. The guys wave over the shoulders at him.
"I'm Uriah and this is Will by the way. Sorry about all that too. I'd like to say that sort of thing doesn't happen often, but it's pretty much a daily thing," he laughs.
Will brings his phone out and starts to text.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! You back stabbed me Tris?" Uriah fakes shocked with his hand on his chest.
"Yeah about that…I didn't want to be an accessory to your crimes." I say in a small voice.
"So If I, being undoubtedly the coolest guy on earth, commit a murder, you would turn me in?" he asks jokingly.
"Depends who it was," I state smiling.
He starts laughing.