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Tris P.O.V.
"Tris sweetheart, wake up."
I open my eyes to see my mom shaking me awake.
I groan and turn over, not wanting to go to school.
My family just moved for the billionth time. We went from Los Angeles to Chicago because of my dad's stupid job. I mean, it's great that he's the senator and all, but I hate moving so often. We went from Chicago to Miami to New York to Portland to San Francisco to Los Angeles and back to Chicago. My parents said we aren't going to move anymore.
I hope that's true.
Especially considering that all of my childhood friends are here.
"Beatrice..."
When my mom uses my full name, it means get up or die. And I have about 5 seconds to make my choice.
I decide to roll out of bed. Unfortunately, I take all my covers with me, ending up stuck. I rolled myself pretty tight.
"Beatrice! Look at this mess your in!" My mom somehow manages to say this between laughs.
"Just help me," which ends up sounding like "Plz ehp meh."
I hear a camera click.
"MOM!"
She just starts cracking up. Finally, I feel a pair of hands on my and I am free.
My mom starts laughing harder and takes another picture of me.
"What's so funny NOW?"
"Your hair!"
I rush to the bathroom and I scream. I look like I was sucked into a vacuum cleaner that was on steroids! I quickly slam the door, lock it, and hop in the shower.
When I get out, I put on my robe and head to my closet.
I pick out a black lace crop top, light blue high-waisted shorts, and mint green high top converse. And of course, the necklace my ex-boyfriend Tobias gave me.
Tobias and I dated in middle school, starting in 7th grade. I moved for the first time in the 9th grade. When I broke the news to him, he said he would never leave me, even though we were long distance. The next day, before I left, he gave me the necklace. It was a promise. A promise that we wouldn't break up. He said he could handle it.
A year later, he broke up with me claiming he couldn't handle it.
That pansycake.
But I still wear it, because I still love him dearly.
I blow dry and brush my hair. Then I apply minimal makeup, aka eyeliner.
I run downstairs, grab my binder and and backpack, then hop in the car where Caleb and my mom are.
"Dad?"
"He left early, sweetheart."
Of course he did.
I think my mom senses my disappointment because she takes me to get breakfast at my favourite place;
Starbucks.
I hop out of the car.
"Thanks, mom!" Caleb and I say in unison.
"Bye kids! Have a nice day!"
"Love you too mom!" Again, in unison.
She laughs and drives off.
Caleb and I face each other.
"Stop it."
"Stop it!"
"No, you stop!"
"No, YOU stop!"
"ARGHHHHHH!"
We both start laughing.
"Twin telepathy."
God damn, this is getting weird. Caleb walks off before it can get any weirder.
"Tris!"
I turn around.
No. Freaking. Way.
"CHRIS!"
We run and hug each other.
"Christiana, I can't believe it's really you!"
"Same, you look so different!"
"So do you! Is everyone else here?!"
"If by everyone else, you mean Will, Al, Uriah, Zeke, Marlene, Shauna, and Lynn, then yes!"
"Oh my goo-"
"SQUEEEEEE! TRISSY!"
Is that-
"URI!"
Soon enough, everyone else makes there way over and we're having a group hug.
I look up, and see a bitchy- looking girl with someone I hoped to never see again.
"Four?"
