HI EVERYONE! Welcome to my new story! Before the official first chapter starts, I'd like to cover a few things first. The rating to this story may change in the near future, but for right now it will remain a high T. The reason that it may be changed is because their is a strong usage(or talk) of alcohol, drugs, robberies, prstitution, gangs, etc... And I don't think that those topics will be for younger audiences, at least not later, when they become more intense. You have been warned, so for now, please enjoy the official first chapter of Fire and Gold! Thanks for reading, guys!
Song of the Chapter: Royals by: Lorde
Fire and Gold- Chapter 1
The time has finally come, I tell myself as I sit up on my bed, swinging my legs over the side. It's finally time to become who I really want to be, even if I have to force myself to be that person. I'm tired of being the nerd, who loves too easily, only to get her heart broken. This has happened more times that I could possibly count, and I'm tired of putting my heart out on the line, just to be hurt. As I stand from the bed, I let my hair down from the messy bun that I'd put it in the night before after a shower, leaving my medium length blonde hair in damp waves. I pick out clothes: A high-waist black skater skirt, black tights, black knee high socks, velvet burgundy pumps, and a cropped cream colored sweater with zippers on the forearm of the sleeves. I quickly get dressed, deciding against taking another shower, but instead decide to just freshen up. I slide a black beanie over my still damp hair, allowing it just to be loose. And I keep any makeup simple. Just as I finish, slinging my bag over my shoulder, my phone buzzes, I pull it from it's charger to look at the text. It's from Christina, whom I met here at the mall when I first moved here, two weeks ago.
Christina: Let's go! XD
Tris: I'm coming now! :P
I smile at her antics, how she'll hopefully help me through this school year, not turn on me, like nearly all of my past friends have done. I toss my phone into my bag before running out the door, and down the stairs. I ignore my brother's calls for me, when I bid my goodbyes, as my parents say goodbye to me also. They knew this change was coming, they know it's for the better, too. So I kiss each of their cheeks goodbye, and jog out the door, slamming it unintentionally behind me. I find Christina parked on the street in front of my house, I get into her new red Chevy 2016 Camaro. Which her mom some how got her for her eighteenth birthday. "Ready?" She asks me. I only nod eagerly and she takes off to school. I'd luckily gotten my schedule in the mail a few days ago, as well as my locker number.
It's not long until we pull up to school, and Christina and I both jump out hurriedly, so we're not late. And as we walk through the parking lot of the school, then inside, I feel everyone's stares on me, but for once, I don't shrink under them. But instead I stand taller. I've tried changing the way I act since I've moved to Chicago, and it's worked so far. Christina places a dramatic air kiss right above my cheek, before we part ways to go to out lockers. As she walks away, I wink at her and she laughs. Though it's only been a few weeks, we've come to be really good friends. As I make it to my locker, I drop off my bag, only pulling out the necessities including my phone, which I stick into the waist band of my skirt.
I take off to my first class, which is probably my favorite subject, English. I know the first day is usually introductions, and sadly I don't have this class with Christina, and I don't really know anyone else. So, as I take a seat in the back of the class, I pull my phone from the side of my skirt, and the class begins to fill in front of me. I look around at everyone. There's no boys that really peak my interest, or anyone for that matter. Everyone seems to look kind of bland. Once I decide that the class is full enough to shield me, I pull my phone in front of me, underneath the desk and text Christina.
Tris: Why is there no cute boys in this school?! O.O
Christina: I take that to offense, considering my boyfriend is in your class -.-
Tris: Who is this boyfriend that you speak of Chrissy?
Christina: Shaggy blonde hair, green eyes, just under six feet tall. Should sit in the middle somewhere. His name's Will.
My eyes instinctively scan the classroom for someone that fits her description, and I find that the boy she's talking about is sitting diagonal from me, listening intently. I grin at the opportunity that seems to have appeared. I grab a paper and pen from the table behind me and I write on it 'Will' before crumpling it up and tossing it at him. It hits him on his shoulder, his head snaps, startled, in the direction that the paper was thrown from. Me. I smile, 'Christina' I mouth, and he smiles to, giving me a small nod before turning back to the teacher.
I spend most of the rest of the day like this, zoning out, texting, or messing with total strangers. I find it to be unpredictably fun, but soon enough, its lunch time. It's also the first time that I've seen Christina today, since we went our separate ways this morning. Eventually, Christina finds me wandering the halls, not exactly hungry for crappy school food. "So Trissy, how's Chicago High treating you?" Christina asks me, slinging an arm around my shoulder, as Will joins us on the other side of me. I narrow my eyes at the inevitable nickname I'd received.
"Don't call me that," I say, and her lips just slant, but she doesn't seem to take me seriously. I don't think she ever will, because she knows the girl I used to be. "And it's alright, a lot more quiet and boring than what I'd expected," I respond, giving her my honest thoughts, because I know she'll call me out on a lie. She nods in agreement.
"You'll get used to it, trust me," Will pipes up, with a small smile.
Christina again nods. "So, why is it that you're over a year older than me, but still a junior like me?" I ask her, referring to her eighteenth birthday, which was a few months ago, even though I don't turn eighteen for another year.
Hey smile turns into a frown at the thought, and I soon regret asking the question. She answers anyways, "I got held back fourth… I was suspended a few times, a friend and I got into trouble often, and the teacher was an obnoxious bitch," the small girl next to me spits out, and I laugh at her bitterness. I'd never would've taken Christina for a trouble maker, and I definitely wouldn't take her for being stupid. She's not either of those things.
"And where is this friend that you speak of?" I ask, as an attempt to lighten the mood, and luckily it works, as a smile reappears on Christina's face.
"Graduated… All of our friends graduated either last year, or the year before that. We see them sometimes, but it's not often," she explains, and I suddenly feel bad for her. I know it must be hard to loose all of your friends so suddenly like that. Oh how I know the feeling. "It's okay though," Christina recovers, "I've still go this nerd here," she laughs, lightly punching his arm, and he rubs it jokingly. The final lunch bell soon goes off, and the hallways fill once again, and we bid our farewells. The only class that we have together is study hall, which is our second to last period of the day.
Most of the day goes by boringly, and uneventful, and I'm happy to finally go home, and maybe hang out with Will and Christina some, since there seems to be nothing else to do. Sadly, we got stuck with the bitchiest teacher in the school for study hall, and have silently decided that we'll be ditching it together more often than not. I walk out to Christina's car, now accustomed to the stares that follow me out of the school. We'd agreed to just meet out by her car after school, because meeting inside would take forever, when trying to weave through the crowds of people.
It's nearly fifteen minutes after school has ended, and Christina still isn't out here, so I've taken to leaning against her car with my phone close, waiting for some kind of text from her. And just as I think that, it buzzes in the waist band of my skirt and I pull it out and read the message:
Christina: Be there in a few, got held up. Sorry.
I release a shaky sigh at the sight of the text. I'm not sure why I was so worried, but I was. I put my phone back to where I had it, and sit there, waiting. I listen to everything around me, including the fall leaves as the crunch behind me. Like footsteps. I soon realize that that's what they are, and I turn around quickly, but by that time, it's too late. Hands are wrapped around my wrists tightly, and my next instinct is to scream, but a hand covers my mouth. I feel someone pull me against them, and I subconsciously, realize that it's more than one person. And the one behind me is strong, a lot stronger than me, as I feel the muscles in his chest and torso clench tight against my back, as I struggle against his hold. I try to catch a glimpse of my captors, and I do one of them. Will. One of them is Will. I can't believe he'd do this to me, does Christina even know? What really happened to her?
A billion questions swarm my mind, as I struggle against their hold, I feel pain in my back and shoulders when I drop down to my knees. The grasp on my wrists still tight, and I finally give up, and let my body go slack. Then there's a throbbing pain towards the back of my head, and black specs begin to fog my vision, and the edges go black. Then there's nothing.
A/n- So, how was that? I know it's pretty boring, and I tried to make it as little as cliche as possible, but I PROMISE it will get better. Also, this will NOT, be a highschool story... This will be about the only time that Tris will actually be in school, but I had to start it this way. Anyway, thank you guys so much for reading, as always, and please let me know how I did for the first chapter... I'm really excited for this story! There's definetely more to come, but for now, be sure to check out my completed stories Last of Us, Carry You Home, and Birthday of a Girl in a Dollhouse, which is a one-shot... Bye guys!
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