Tris pushes the strap of her bag up on her shoulder once again while she speed walks on her way to school. She is already late enough as it and the stupid black book-bag is annoying her to death. It's constantly falling of her shoulder and bouncing against her right thigh. Her hair is flowing in the cold winter breeze and probably knitting itself together in knots as Tris picks up her pace a little bit. Her mom would go absolutely crazy if Tris got yet another note from the principals office. She stayed up late last night studying, she was indeed falling behind on the studies and the day was occupied to helping a very, very hungover mom.
It is a quiet day. The birds is not singing and the sun is not shining, but Tris thinks it is a beautiful day. The sky is gray and a lot of people would describe it as sad. This is the days she enjoys, the days she can think about everything and nothing as much as she likes without noises and people disturbing her. She can simply just walk to school with the company of herself. Nobody there to ask her questions about why she's always quiet, no one forcing her into sitting with them for lunch, and most importantly of them all, no hiding. She just walks with her aqua colored sweater and simple worn-out blue jeans, enjoying the cool feeling of air seeping through the thin layers. Normally, she would have been cold as hell by now, but then again.. Tris isn't normal.
When she finally reaches the school building she groans seeing the mass of people standing outside. They are all talking to each other and embracing the people they have missed over christmas. Tris didn't really do much this christmas, she was mostly working on her ceiling and reading a lot of different books. And of course working part time shifts at a diner down town, helping her mom out with some money. It's called the pit. She doesn't really get that name, it sounds so harsh and like who thinks? Oh! This diner is called The Pit, sounds lovely. Let's go eat! Yeah, no.
Tris walks slowly up the stone stairs up to the set of double doors that lead into the massive building. The stairs are wide at the beginning but gets gradually smaller at the top. Students are all over the place, sitting, standing and even a few dancing. She doesn't get how people can be so happy so early in the morning. Especially since it's a school day.
The warning bell signalizing that the first hour is about to start gets all the students up and running. Tris tries to hurry to her locker so she can find her books but it is kind of hard with all the people doing exactly the same. She reaches her locker and open it with the same combination as last year. Her schedule was sent to her over an e-mail only a few days ago. She pulls out the schedule and looks over it.
english
2. Art
3. Study hall
4. Lunch
5. History
6. Physical education
The final bell goes off and Tris runs to her classroom. She makes it just in time and sits down in the back. The chairs creaks when people sit down at them, and the desks are well worn-out. The whole classroom is this ugly brown/beige ish color. The teacher stands in front off all the students that has by now come in. He looks like he couldn't care less about them. His horrible haircut makes his head look smaller than it really is, he is not tall but not short either. He wears huge round glasses that makes his eyes ten times bigger and a green button up shirt thats too tight around his belly. The english teacher introduces himself as Mr. Carson.
The class goes on boring as ever. Tris doesn't really pay attention, however, she does take notes every now and then. All he does is talk about what they are going to do the rest of the school year. When the loud bell finally rings, Tris is the first one out of the classroom.
She goes to her locker, put her english books in and grabs her sketching pad for art. She throws it in her bag and digs out her pencil case from the top of her locker. It consists of at least a dozen pencils with different shades and different stuff she needs. That goes in her book-bag too. She zips it up and throws it over her head so it hangs from one shoulder and bounces on her other side.
She walks calmly to her classroom and sits down, still in the back. This room is much nicer than the other with white walls and bright lights, but the chairs still the same uncomfortable peaces they have over the entire school. Tris takes up her sketching pad and pencils and places them on her desk. She sits back in her chair and rests her feet on top of the desk. She was early in so she's alone. She places her hands in her lap, palm facing upwards and stares at them. She has this scar on her left hand that starts under her thumb and ends under her pinky.
She doesn't notice it much but she knows it's there. She got it when she was six and was trying to make a sandwich for her mom. She was sick and Tris thought she would help. She cut her hand pretty deeply with a kitchen knife. Of course she only made the day worse since they had to stitch it up again. Tris's mom was a nurse back then and they had everything they needed at home. She got fired about a year later for showing up drunk at work. Now she works as a barista at a coffee shop not too far away from The Pit.
Tris is pulled out of her thoughts by students rushing in to get the best seats. Apparently the bell had gone off, Tris didn't even notice. She places her feet back on the floor and straitens up a bit. Christina (one of her only two friends) sits beside her and offers a smile."So.. Have have you been Tris? Get anything nice for Christmas?". Tris smiles back and focuses her sight forwards again. She thinks for a little while. How is she actually doing? She's not exactly happy, but she's not like depressed or anything. "I'm good, how about you?" she answers, just because she doesn't know what to say. She ignores the Christmas statement, she doesn't want to talk about the fact that she sat alone in her room painting. Her mom wasn't even home.
Christina gives her a questioning glance but most likely decides to ignore Tris's dodging of questions. She starts talking about stuff she got for christmas, makeup and shoes and things Tris hasn't even heard about. Christina has always been a talkative person and very girly. Christina stops talking and turns to Tris. " Are you even listening?" she glares at her and Tris tries to muster an innocent look. "Eh. No?" she says, more of a question than a statement. Christina chuckles slightly and shakes her head. " So, care to sit with me at lunch today?" Tris was preparing herself to decline right away, however, she found herself actually considering it. She had felt a little lonely lately, maybe some actual social communication with other people that her mom and her two friends wouldn't be so bad. " Yeah, maybe I will" she smiled at her. Then the bell rang and Tori came in starting the class.