~Tris P.O.V
I wake up to the sudden BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEEP of my alarm clock. I groan and roll over, trying to block out the noise. Soon the sound starts getting so loud that I cant stand it and I finally get up. Excitement spills over my body as I remember that I have softball assessments today. School just got out yesterday and this is the perfect way to kick off my summer! I even got Christina to try out for the team after she had made me so cheer.
After taking a fifteen-minute shower I slip on my jersey from last year, sliders, socks and white pants and sprint downstairs for breakfast. My brother, Caleb, is serving our breakfast onto four plates, one for me, my brother, mom, and dad. On the counter I see a plate of bacon and snatch one, plopping it into my mouth before my brother can protest. My family has always had a rule that everyone has to be served first before we can eat. I'm never very good at listening to rules and it was just another trait that had been passed down from my grandmother, Anna, when they were in Chicago. Since that day everyone has learned to fit in with the complex country called the USA, some even forgetting their old faction's ways. Of course I am not so lucky.
I turn towards the staircase to see my mom and dad approaching. They sit down at the two ends of the table and wait patiently for their food. How on earth could they do that? They were born in the faction system but that doesn't change the fact that Caleb is a really slow server. I am relived when Caleb finally gives everyone their food and we can eat.
He has made bacon, eggs and toast. A simple breakfast but my mother and father always act like it is gold even though we have it almost everyday. Even after they explained the plain eating habits of Abnegation I never could understand. It is just food after all. Maybe I would be closer to my parents if we were still in the faction system. I may never know.
Quickly I gulf down my food and rush into the garage to grab my softball gear. For me, I am already five minutes behind schedule. I unzip the bottom of my bag and put on my cleats. I yell "Goodbye!" to my family and am out the door, heading to softball assessments when I bump into someone.
"Sorry I wasn't watching where I was going." I explain as I look up and see Four. He is one of the popular jocks at school and I start to walk off, not wanting to be in his way.
"Where are you going in such a hurry?" he asks me, blocking my path from avoiding this conversation and getting to assessments.
"I have softball assessments today." I answer. I don't want to snap at him but I don't really want to talk either.
"Ok, well good luck!" He responds and starts walking away. Thank the heavens he didn't start a long conversation. Just talking for him for that amount of time might end up attracting attention for the wrong reason. I want attention because I have earned the right, not if I talk to a boy.