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Tris

I look into my reflection in the glass of the school office door.

I see a girl with dirty blonde hair, cascading down her shoulder. Her bright grey blue eyes are heavily coated with black eyeliner and her lips are covered in a pale but bright pink lipstick. Making her look like an illusion with her pale ghost like skin. Her oversized black hoodie and long bangs partially cover her left eye. Her nose is a little too long. But suits her well. Pretty.

It takes me a minute to realize that girl is me. Tris Prior. The girl that was diagnosed with cancer five years ago. Diagnosed with leukemia.

My eyes start to sting. I bite the inside of my cheek. So hard until I draw some blood. I won't cry. I won't cry.

After awhile, I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey," A voice says softly.

I turn my head to see Caleb standing there, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Hey," I say back, smiling a little.

"Are you nervous? About school, I mean." I say.

He shakes his head. "You nervous?" He asks.

Am I nervous?

"No, I'm not." I'm terrified.

Bullies, boys, teachers, grades, tests, girl drama, more bullies, gossip, frenemies. It's just one big, giant hellhole to rot in.

"Good. Here's your schedule. We have third period and lunch together. But our classes are not to far from each other. I can walk you to your classes if you want." He says, handing me a slip of paper.

I nod. "Thanks,"

Ever since my doctor told us the news, Caleb has gotten even more protective over the years. Always wanting to savor the moments he has with me before death decides it's time. My parents try to do the same. But its kinda hard when you have full time jobs and paperwork to do every single day. But I like that they want to spend more time with me. They're my only friends in this cruel world.

"So, what do you want to do this year, Beatrice?" Caleb asks as we push through the doors of 'hell'.

"I want to pass all of my classes with flying colors. Probably take that practice test of the ACT or SAT." I say proudly.

Caleb sighs. "Beatrice, I'm glad to know that you want to get good grades but you have to make some friends too. I understand that after Tob-" I cut him off with a glare.

He rolls his eyes. "HE, after he left, you were facing many...challenges. Obstacles. Rough times. But you need to understand that there are people who are going to be your friends no matter what. No matter when or how you met them. True friends will stay by your side forever. You have to.. To take the risk of getting hurt to find those true friends."

I stop in my tracks. I look at Caleb in the eye. "But is it really worth the risk Caleb? Is it really worth the risk of hurting yourself and them?"

Caleb stares at the grey and blue tiled floor, deep in thought.

He finally looks up. "Yes," He says softly.

"It is."

Caleb's words echo throughout my mind as walk into my first period class. Language Arts. Ugh.

The other students aren't in class yet, meaning I have the first choice of where to sit. I trudge to the desk in the far back corner. Hoping that no body would dare to try and sit by me.

I drop my bag and push it under my chair as I settle down in my seat. I pull out a silver gel pen, and pull up my sleeve. On my forearm, I doodle the words 'Reality is a Prison' in several designs. I'm not goth or anything, I just like to draw on my arms. They're like temporary tattoos.

After a couple of minutes, the warning bell rings, signaling people that first period is about to start in four minutes.

I pull my sleeve down and tuck my pen in a pocket in my bag.

Students come pouring into the small room.

A boy with big brown eyes, short light brown hair takes the seat next to me. Not even bothering to look at me.

I discreetly glance at him to see he looks like a big teddy bear. Ready to hug someone to death at any minute.

A girl with mocha skin, jet black, short hair and dark brown eyes reluctantly takes the seat in front of me. She turns around to look at me.

"Hey, wanna switch seats?"

"No," I say, opening up my notebook.

"C'mon, please? He's my best friend. My only friend actually." She says, frowning.

"I'm sorry but no. I can't."

She rolls her eyes. "Fine, be that way." And turns back around.

I bite my tongue to prevent any words that'll come out of my mouth so that I won't say anything stupid.

Instead, I roll my eyes and give her the dirty finger under the desk.

I hear a hiccup beside me. I turn to see the Teddy Bear, shoulders shaking with laughter as he covers his mouth.

I blush. He must've seen the finger.

"Sorry, it's just that no body does that to Chris." He says.

"I'm Albert. Friends call me Al." He says as he takes out a pen.

"Tris,"

He nods.

He opens his mouth to say something but the final bell rings. Signaling us that classes begin now.

The bell rings, waking up half of the class. I jump out of my seat and sprint towards Caleb's class, knowing that he'd be talking to the teacher about extra credit or something.

I'm half way there before knocking into somebody and landing on my butt.

"Watch where your going next time ass hat." I mumble as I get up from the floor.

"Well aren't you just a ray of sunshine." A deep voice says.

I look up to see a boy with perfectly tan skin, dark, vibrant blue eyes, short brown hair, not too muscular, lean and tall. Handsome. But looks don't appeal to me. Attitude and personality do. And right now, he's sounding like total ass.

"Well sorry oh almighty Greek God, do you want me to bend down on my knees and worship you? Or do you already have the slut squad to do that?" I ask as I point to some cheerleaders behind him, scowling at me.

He glares at me. I give him my best death glare.

"Tris! Let's go." Caleb says quickly as he pulls me away from the ass hat.

"What was that all about?" He asks me once we get up the stairs.

"Nothing Caleb. It was just some guy being an asshole. That's all." I say.

He gives me look.

"I know, I know. Language."

Hey I hoped you like it! And sorry I wasn't going to end it there but my old crush just texted me and we were having a normal convo until he asked me if I liked him. I said no and why? He said that my friend told him and I completely forgot that I told my best friend to tell him on the last day of school since I was already in TX so yeah, I told him it was true and he said "oh k" It was just awkward and I have this weird, uncomfortable feeling. I feel like he's were laughing behind my back or talking about me or something I just... Idk. If this has ever happened to you, give me a virtual hug/five. If you know what I'm feeling, do the same (hug/five). Trust me, it awful.

Sorry if there were any mistakes or I left out any descriptions. Take note that I didn't describe the school because I want you guys to imagine your own school. Its sorta easier that way. :)

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