Chapter 1: Leaving. . . sad emoji.

Tris's Point of View

I've never been the type to stay home and cry when I did leave these four walls. I was always the outside girl, the girl that did sports and extra curriculum activities. So, when my parents told me that instead of going to Moody High School for my second year of being in high school, my stomach dropped and I pestered them with questions trying to find out where in the hell would I be.

"What do you mean I have to go to boarding school?" I scoff crossing my arms over my chest.

"Well, your father and I think that it would be best for you to go to Mathew's boarding school," Mom says in a soft voice, placing her hand on dad's shoulder, she was always the one for being conservative. She believes in giving up your things for other's is the right thing, she is very selfless and I don't really like living like that. My brother, Caleb, on the other hand is all down for it. Along with my dad, I think she brainwashed them. "You got a lot of complaints of talking last year, and you and those boys. . . I always warn you but you ignore me." She rolls her eyes and I am a bit taken back.

"Talking? Mom, I am human. I am going to talk, and with all due respect, I am a girl and it's the boys that mess with me." I protest unraveling my arms from my chest.

My first year in high school was a drag. People used to talk to me, so I talked back. I am not a looser or a loner, so I am going to talk back. Teachers tried to move me but when you are cordial with everyone then that isn't an option. Then the boys, don't even get me started. The boys were amazing, especially all of the tenth and eleventh graders, they were so hot to me and I of course have a body that looks like I should be in eleventh grade.

I do feel shy in my skin sometimes, but I am comfortable with my breast and butt. I don't have a bottle figure, I have just enough. My boobs are in a low 'C' and I have a butt that is a bit smaller than Jennifer Lopez, all of that comes from my dad's side of the family due to his sisters having great sizes. My hair is a dull blond, which I hate, my eyes are a blue-grey, that I love. I have dimples that my mother has and I have a few tattoo's and piercings.

I bet you are wondering. . . she's only in the tenth grade, why does she have all of that stuff. That's because I got my stuff without permission, I got my nose pierced in eighth grade and I got my belly button pierced this year. My second hole and bar in my ear, I actually got permission from my dad to get on my birthday in seventh grade.

I have ravens on my collard bone, to represent my 'amazing' family and to show my love for them through ink. I have a rose on my shoulder that takes up most of it, I have a nice sleeve covering only from my right wrist to my forearm and that's it. Nothing too much, but my parent's were pissed.

"Do I have to go?" My idiotic brother Caleb says looking between our parents.

"No," Dad answers shortly and I roll my eyes but let out little sigh, thank goodness I don't have to go with my brother because I would kill myself. "Beatrice, Tris, whatever. It's going to be okay, you will just stay there all this school year in a dorm almost like college, but, we expect you to come back stronger. That's why we are doing it, you are leaving in a week."

I scoff rolling my eyes and placing my arms back over my chest, slumping in my chair, "I don't smoke. . . I don't drink. I'm still a virgin, yet you send me to boarding school."

"Beatrice!" Mom yells up the steps as I look around my vacant room dreading the part when I have to come home at the end of the school year to unpack all of this. "We are about to go! It's a three hour drive, we have to leave on time!" She shouts and I groan throwing my backpack over my shoulders and grabbing my three giant suitcases leaving the room.

I am never the one to pack a whole bunch of stuff, for anything. But, when you find out that you are going to be on a campus for a whole year, then you decided to pack everything just in case. I cascade down the steps see my parent's and Caleb standing in the living room. I give them a sarcastic smile and leave the house heading towards the Ford truck waiting outside.

"Beatrice, Be-a-trice, Prior, Pri-or." I tell the lady at the front desk who acts like she needs a hearing aid, mom elbows me in the side and I fight the urge to roll my eyes. This place is so stuck up, everything is shining and sparkling. People noses are stuck into pamphlets and it's calm and quiet. . . too quiet.

"Beatrice Prior, got it. You are located on hallway 89R, and your room number is 17-P. Here is your key and brochure for all of the rules and information along with the schedule for today." She says handing me a small stack of papers and a key, "Now, take notice that a few other people from another grade might be on your hall so don't be alarmed, have a good day." She gives a small smile and gets back to working on the computer.

"Alright sweetie, hope you have a good time." Mom kisses me on the forehead, tears welling up in her eyes, "I love you, call me if you need anything. I will send money, and don't forget to volunteer. I love you," She repeats kissing me on the cheek and I laugh pulling away from her.

"I love you too mom, I will only be gone for almost a year." I tell her laughing as I hug dad. We go through the same thing as well as Caleb. I turn around and take a deep breath walking forward to the back exit to the dorms.

Here goes nothing.

So, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Sorry for this being short, it was kind of short noticed. Just know that future chapters will be longer. I will try to make up something for chapter 2. Let me know in the review column down below. Sorry for any errors, I am still trying to get used to this whole thing, so please forgive me.

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