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Tris POV
I wake up, and automatically want to go back to sleep. Not only do I have to go to school today, but it's the first day of school. I reluctantly get out of bed, and take a quick shower. No matter how much I don't want to go to this new school, I have to be strong and do it.
I get out of the shower, and quickly blow dry my hair. I then get dressed in tight dark wash jeans, and an oversized black sweatshirt. I used to want to look nicer for school, but now I really don't see much of a point. I put on some mascara and a bit of concealer, then head downstairs to eat some breakfast before school. I don't really have much of an appetite, but I know that I have to eat.
I am greeted downstairs by my mother in the kitchen, taking blueberry muffins out of the oven. "Good morning sweetie," she says cheerfully.
"Good morning, you didn't have to make breakfast for me," I respond. My mother is the most caring person; she does so much already, but always goes out of her way to make others happy.
"Yes I did, it's your first day of school!"
I take a muffin and sit down at the table to eat, but as I nibble I become increasingly nervous. "Are you okay honey?" my mom asks worried, looking at my breakfast. She always can read when I'm uneasy.
"I'm fine mom, just anxious. What if it ends up being like my old school?" I ask.
"It won't be, I promise honey," she says soothingly, "Now eat your muffin." She's always worried about my eating, after all that's happened to me at my old school.
I nod in response, and finish my muffin before looking at the time. 7:00, I have to leave now if I want to be on time. I quickly shove some notebooks and pencils into my plain black backpack, grab my bag for the gym afterschool, and run out to my car.
"Have a nice day!" my mom shouts as I pull out of the driveway.
Luckily, the school is pretty close to my house, and the drive only takes five minutes. I park my black Porsche, and head to the front office. All of the other students got their locker assignments and schedules in the mail over the summer, but because I am a new student, it didn't come to my house.
"Hello, my name is Beatrice Prior," I say to the secretary, "I'm a new student here, and I need to pick up my schedule." I cringe at the name Beatrice; I haven't gone by that name since before middle school.
She looks me up on her computer, and prints out my schedule. "Here you go, Beatrice," she says, "Your locker number and combination is at the top, and here are your classes."
Locker Number: 106
Locker Combination: 15-46-07
Homeroom: Ms. Wu, Room 28
Period 1: Drawing – Ms. Wu, Room 28
Period 2: AP American Government – Mr. Harrison, Room 34
Period 3: Honors Calculus AB – Mr. Kang, Room 46
Period 4: Honors Spanish IV – Señora Garcia
Period 5: AP Chemistry – Mrs. Matthews, Room 79
Period 6: Lunch, Cafeteria
Period 7: Gym – Coach Amar, Room 4
Period 8: Creative Writing – Mrs. Reyes, Room 56
Period 9: Study Hall – Ms. Wu, Room 28
Period 10: Study Hall – Ms. Wu, Room 28
I thank her, and head to my locker. Surprisingly, I find it easily. 15-46-07, I tell myself, and then try to get it open. It won't budge. I try again, and again, but it still won't open. Frustrated, I turn around to go back to the office for help when a girl approaches me.
"Need help?" she asks. She is a tall, dark-skinned girl with deep brown eyes. She is well put together, wearing a black skater dress and a large jeweled statement necklace with black flats. Saying that she's pretty is too simple; her confidence radiates off so easily that anyone could find her appealing.
Although she looks nice, something in the way she walks up to me reminds me of the girls at my old school, in my old life. If she's like them- no, I won't think like that. I need to try to make friends here, and this seems like a good start.
"Some of the lockers here can be tricky, especially if you're not used to them. Are you new here?" she asks me. I nod in response.
"Then welcome to Chicago High! You'll love it here, I'm Christina by the way, I'm a junior," she exclaims.
I smile, and say, "I'm Tris, I'm a junior as well."
"Can I see your schedule?" she asks me.
I hand her the paper, and she says, "Oh my gosh! We have some of the same classes! Periods 1, 4, 5, 6, and 7! Wait, we have lunch together! Will you sit with us?"
"Sure," I say smiling. Her genuine excitement is so friendly.
She gets my locker open, and says, "Come on! I'll show you around the school, and we can walk to first period together. Ah this is so exciting! We're going to be such great friends!"
She grabs my arm and nearly drags me down the hallway. The whole exchange make me excited for the day, maybe the people here at Chicago High are a lot nicer than the people I've gone to school with in the past.
Four POV
I wake up just wanting to go back to sleep. The first day of school is the worst, although you don't have any actual work to do, you have to walk around school all day while teachers give you a lecture on how you better pay attention, or do your homework, because their class is the hardest class in the entire world. Honestly, I think it's all ridiculous.
At least it is senior year.
I get ready for the day, then hop in my car and drive to school. I park next to a black Porche, and walk in.
I am immediately met by Zeke, who starts telling a story about a prank he played on his brother, Uriah. "I dyed his soap red, and when he washed his hands, well some stuck onto him. He had a lot of explaining to do to our parents, to convince them that he hadn't just murdered some" Zeke starts, when his girlfriend, Shauna, sneaks up behind him and wraps her arms around his waist.
At this, Zeke screams and turns around. "That wasn't funny Shauna!" he yells before pulling her into a kiss.
"It kinda was," I comment, and Zeke grumbles "Shut up Four."
That's when I see her. She is a short girl with blonde hair, and is extremely skinny. I don't think much of her until she turns my way for a second, and I see her eyes, a beautiful stormy blue grey. But I don't recognize her.
"Hey Zeke, do you know of any new students?" I ask him. Zeke knows everything going on at the school, every sports game, every relationship. He probably would've heard something about new students.
"Two new kids this year, a brother and a sister. The guy is in our grade, what was his name? Caleb? I'm not exactly sure, but he had dark brown hair, green eyes. Glasses. Not really our type…" Zeke says.
"But what about the girl?" I ask impatiently.
Zeke smiles big at this, and I stare at him confused. "What?" I ask him.
"What do you know, have you seen her?" Zeke asks, his grin getting bigger.
"I'm not sure, you haven't told me about her," I say annoyed.
"She's a junior. I don't know much else about her besides that, I don't know what she looks like," Zeke says.
"Do you know her name?" I ask hopeful.
"No, sorry man. I honestly can't remember. I think I heard a nickname or something…" Zeke starts.
"It's fine Zeke, I'm going to check into homeroom and get to first period," I say.
"Okay, I'll see you at lunch. Period 6, right?" he asks.
"Yep," I say, "See you."
As I walk, I see the girl getting dragged through the halls by Christina. Great. But she doesn't seem like Christina at all, not overly flashy or girly. She just looks kind of secluded and shy. Maybe we'll have class together, even though she's a junior.
I smile to myself as I walk to Ms. Wu's room. I don't know what it is about her, she seems mysterious. Similar to myself.
