"Class, welcome back from summer break. I assume you have great stories to tell but save them for lunch. Everyone be quiet. Today we have a new student to our class; Tris Prior. Tris can you please stand up and introduce yourself." The teacher says. I'm guessing this class is not the best to teach. Oh great. I'm pissed off. Why the hell do I have to introduce myself? Reluctantly I go stand at the front of the class.

"Hi everyone. A few things to know about me are..."

Nothing. If you want to learn about me, don't be a dick and just ask me. I'm going, to be honest, I hate introductions. If you are nice to me, then I'll be nice to you. You get what you give." I hate introductions. The class just stares in awe. I guess they probably haven't had someone like me before in their class. There were worse kids at the old school. A day wasn't complete until at least half of the class was in detention. It was like a badge of honour. I rarely got detentions myself. I have a feeling though I'll get one now. I don't think the teacher tolerates swearing but whatever.

"Language Miss! Detention after school!" The teacher is furious.

I sit back down and from the corner of my eye, I notice that Four has a grin on his face. Did I amuse him?

Eventually, the bell goes and I get out of there as fast as possible. Its lunch now and I walk into the cafeteria. Its an old room filled with tables that are meant to be shared with others. I'm not hungry. I look around and finally see an empty table in the corner of the room. I walk over and place my bag down and start writing in my diary:

"So far my first day hasn't been good. The school is filled with assholes and I hate it. I wanted to punch this kid in the face but this guy named Four intervened. He seems okay but also seems like an asshole. He's hot but is full of himself. I hope what happened at my last school doesn't happen here. I couldn't handle it if it top it all off, I got my first detention of the year. I'm not going to go though."

As I'm writing, I notice a group of people coming towards me. I look up and see Christina, Will and Four sit down with their lunch. Four slides a piece of cake and says "sorry". I'm not really sure what to say but I need to get out of here. Without saying anything, I shove the cake back to Four and grab my bag and leave.

Time passes. Bell rings. I can't stay another second at this school. I walk out the front gates and get into my car. I drive to the one place that calms me down. The track. I get out of the car and slam the door shut. I change into my gym clothes and start running.
Then it starts to pour down rain...
That doesn't stop me.

I keep running and running until my legs are on fire. I scream out. I scream out in pain and also in anger! I start to think about what happened yesterday. For some reason, my parents choose that day to care about me. They start talking;

Flashback:

"Beatrice, you need to talk about your past! You are ignoring your problems!" My mum starts to yell at me.

"Your mother is right Beatrice. You need to listen to her. We are trying to help you." My dad says.

"You are not even around to care about my past. You were never there when I got bullied! Every day I was crying going to school but all you did was say nothing!"

End of Flashback.

I am still haunted by my past. Years and years of bullying. One day this group of kids are surrounding me and one is about to hit me. Instead, I grab their hand and punch them in the nose. You would have to be deaf to not hear their bone crack into a million pieces. From that day on, I became the badass rebel I am today. I hate showing any signs of weakness. I collapse on the ground from being exhausted and the rain is still beating down on me. I feel every droplet of water slide on my body; completely soaking my clothes. I close my eyes for a moment until I hear footsteps coming towards me. I quickly stand to my feet and get ready to fight. I see Four coming towards me.

I shout: "What do you want?"

"Tris, are you okay? You probably don't want to see me but I wanted to see how you were feeling." He replies.

"Well, I'm clearly fine so you can leave." Why won't he leave?

"Tris. You are clearly NOT okay. You can talk to me. I might be able to relate."

"You have no idea what its like to live in hell every day with no escape."

"Trust me, Tris, I do." He says. I wonder what has happened to him. I start to see his more vulnerable side and let my guard down a bit.

"Okay look Four, I'm sorry I have been a bitch to you. Thanks for checking up on me but I gotta go."

I grab my bag and run out of The Pit(name of track field). I get into my car, dripping water on my leather seats. Whatever. I try to start the engine but it won't start. Water damage. Dammit. I grab my bag and get out the car; swearing as I do. I look at my watch and decide to start walking. My friend Tori lives near here so it shouldn't be too far to walk. Tori is like a mother to me. Well, more of a mother than my actual mother is. She owns a tattoo parlour and sleeps in the second story where her house is. I spend a lot of time at her home. Because I turned 16, she gave a free tattoo coupon. I decided to get 3 Ravens tattooed on my collarbone. Each bird representing a family member I have grown distant from.

Some time passes but I finally reach Tori's house. I get out of the car and I knock on the door...

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