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I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock blaring. Oh, the joys of getting up early.
I groan and smack my snooze button.
"BEATRICE!" My father yells from down the stairs. "Get up!"
"Five more minutes!" I yell back
"Don't make me come up there!" He shouts.
"Okay! I'm up! I'm up!" I drag myself out of the warmth of my blankets. I run to my bathroom and wash my face.
I go back to my room and pick out something to wear. It's early September, but in Chicago it's still warm enough for shorts.
I throw on black high-waisted shorts and a maroon top. I slip on a few bracelets and straighten my hair into a ponytail. I don't really wear makeup, just a little mascara and eyeliner. I grab my school stuff and make my way down to the kitchen.
My brother, Caleb is already up making himself breakfast. When he is finished, I look at him expectantly.
"Where's mine?" I asked.
"You didn't ask for any?" He replies.
I groan and pick up an apple.
My school is a short walk away from my house. So, I say a quick goodbye to my father and sprint out the door. Caleb yells after me, but if he didn't make me breakfast, why should I wait for him?
Now I'm sure, you're wondering
Oh my, what a perfect stereotypical family, but where ever is the mother?
Well, to answer your question, she died a few years ago. There was a bad car accident. I was around 11. We were driving to the park up on our street. Some insane drunk was driving on the other side of the road. The car hit into our car, and should have killed me. My mother jumped out of her seat and in front of me. She died to save me.
I shake the thought of my mother from my head.
I walk into the school parking lot and take a deep breath. I cross the street, then out of no where a car with blaring music comes around the corner, straight at me.
I jump and roll out of the way quickly. I stand up after a few seconds and brush myself off.
"HEY?" I yell up at the driver. "What the hell?"
I am actually kind of small, and not intimidating at all. It comes out as a soft squeak instead of a loud yell.
"Check it out Four." A boy from inside the car says. "It's a fourth grader!" The boy cracks up laughing. I scowl.
"For your information, I'm in 11th grade, you nimrod." I spat out, hoping he would lay off me.
"Feisty one. Uriah likes." Another boy says.
I roll my eyes.
"Oh, and number boy," I start saying as I stare directly into the drivers' deep blue eyes. "Watch where you're going next time." I stalk off after that and don't bother looking back.
I reach the main office just as my angry blush fades away.
"Name?" A woman asks.
"T- Beatrice Prior." I say, internally groaning at my real name.
"Here is your schedule, Beatrice. Locker number 6. Enjoy your day." She smiles brightly. I manage a strained smile and go to my locker.
After mindlessly wandering, I finally find my locker. A tanned girl with short black hair is standing at the locker next to mine.
"You're the new girl right?" She asks.
I nod faintly.
"I'm Christina." She smiles. "You're really pretty! What's your name?"
"Beatrice. But I go by Tris." I say quietly.
"Well Beatrice, But I go by Tris." She said chucking a little. "Can I see your schedule?"
I laugh and hand it to her.
"Wow. You're in all of my classes!" She smiles.
I smile in return.
"Once you're done putting your stuff away, I will take you to hell- I mean Trigonometry with Ms. Matthews. Fair warning, she's awful." Christina says.
"Got it." I nod and start to put my stuff away.
I look over to my left and see Number Boy. Four I think his name was.
"You." I say darkly.
"Hello pipsqueak." He chuckles.
"I see your locker fits your name... Four." His locker number was four. Ironic. "What's your deal? We're one through three taken?"
"Well what's your name?" He hisses.
"B-" I falter.
"Is it a hard one?" He mocks.
"Tris. My name is Tris."
"Well Tris, if you don't want to get hit by my car, I suggest you stay the hell out of my way." He growls, then slams his locker and walks off.
"Wow." Christina says. "How do you know him?" She asks in awe of me.
"He almost hit me with his car this morning." I sigh.
She giggles. "Be careful, Tris."
We walk into Trigonometry.
"No one sit down yet. I'm assigning seats right now!" A blonde woman, who I assume is Ms. Matthews says. "Okay first seat," she says tapping a desk. "Peter Hayes."
She goes down the line until she says my name. "Beatrice Prior." I wince at my name, but go sit down. She taps the desk behind me.
"Christina Scott." Christina sits behind me. I suppress a smile.
Ms. Matthews keeps going until she gets to the seat next to mine.
"Tob-"
"It's Four."
I whip around to see the same dark blue eyes I saw this morning.
"What. Is it a hard one?" I whisper to him after I he sits down.
"No... Beatrice." He smiles smugly.
I sent him a death glare.
He returned it with a sarcastic smile.
Christina covered up her giggles by coughing.
Something tells me this is going to be a long, but interesting day.
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