A/N:
Hi I'm back! I loved all of the attention and reviews my story got so you guys get an update today. This is so much more than when my first story started and I love you all! All of your reviews are sweet and your support means a lot to me. Thanks to Zimzomabim for answering my Eric question. And thanks to those who gave me OCS. ON WITH THE STORY!
BEATRICE POV
I wake up before alarm which was scheduled to play Clocks by Coldplay 1 hour from now. Not that I'm complaining, it gives me an hour to read before I have to begin my first horrid day at school. I stumble out of my bed to reach my box that holds my books. Fallen, read it, Ender's Game, read it, Beautiful Creatures, definitely read it, Ah Eleanor & Park, haven't read. I grab the book and head back to the warm comforts of my bed. Unfortunately due to the bigger windows in my room it's much colder than the other rooms. I'll have to ask dad to get me a portable heater for my room. Once I lay back down I dive into the book. That's one of the reasons why I like to read, it takes me away from the real life situations.
Eventually my alarm starts pulling me out of my book refugee. I've been the new student plenty of times but this time feels different. Maybe it has to do with that I'm in a different state but I think that root grows a little bit deeper than that. Due to that I'm starting in the middle of the school year I'll probably be more noticed than I would if this was the beginning of the school year. I just lay here thinking about how my year might possibly go until my dad comes around and does his daily routine. A tentative knock and a "Beatrice it's time for school" I drag my body out of my bed and make my way over to my closet. Ah what should I wear today, black or black?
I settle for a black sweatshirt, black skinny jeans, my black UGGs and a black scarf to top it all off. I'm not Goth I just don't like being seen and black is my favorite color. I head over to the bathroom across the hall to go take a shower. I'm not one of those girls who take up to an hour to get ready. I have no one to impress so what's the point. I get in then I get out. Once I finish dressing I head down stairs for breakfast.
"- meeting with them down at the meeting hall to discuss my government position," my dad says.
Caleb is already sitting at the table eating cereal. I reach over to grab some toast from one of the plates my parents made.
"Good morning Beatrice, sleep well," my dad asks.
"Morning, actually it was a little chilly in my room this morning, do we still have the portable heater with us," I ask.
"Yes I'll set it up once you're at school," my mom says.
"Caleb, do you want to borrow the car so you can drive Beatrice and yourself to school," my dad asks.
"No, that's ok I think I'm going to walk to school today," I say.
"In this weather, I really think you should ride with Caleb," my mother suggests.
"I'll be fine, I'm bundled up and the school is only a 5 minute walk," I persuade. Like most families my parents couldn't get both of their children a car for high school. But Caleb has the driver's license so when he does get the extra car Caleb gets to drive.
"Well ok stay warm," she says. I head towards the door only stopping to grab my beanie and my coat from the coat hanger.
"Have a good day," my dad yells before I close the door.
"Are you sure you don't want a ride, it's really no problem," Caleb says.
"I'm fine I'll see you at school," I respond.
After he drives off I start my path to school. Any other day I would have accepted a ride but I don't want to punish Caleb's social status just because I'm a complete nobody. Technically he is to but he makes friends much quicker than me. It's like we're not even related. But we are Caleb is just a few months ahead of me making me the younger sister. I pull my beanie down to cover my ears. I've always loved the snow in Michigan. I would say it's a little thicker there but this snow is nice to. Eventually I can spot the sign that reads "Hancock High School". The marquee reads "Welcome new students". Well thanks more making our presence known.
Caleb's car is already parked in the student parking lot. Next to it is a motorcycle taking up a full parking space. Once again who rides a motorcycle in this weather? Well most people don't walk to school in this weather, but at least I'm not risking broken bones. I check the time on my phone to see that school doesn't start for another 30 minutes. That's enough time to check in to the front desk and figure out where my locker is. I walk into the front doors and my eyes go straight to the guys wrestling in the hallway. They both have brown skin but one looks older than the other. No one seems interested in them and no one is trying to stop them. It's like they're used to this.
I turn to the left and head towards the office. As I walk in somebody walks out and runs into me.
"Watch where you're going freak," she exclaims at me. She has dark brown eyes and black hair. Oh great my first day and I already have an enemy. So far I'm doing a horrible job of staying under the radar. I don't even bother apologizing so I walk around her and into the office. At the front desk there is a woman wearing a red pant suit.
"Hello, I'm Mrs. Reyes you must be new," she says. She is way too cheery for my liking.
"Umm, yeah Beatrice, Beatrice Prior," I say.
"Ah yeas here we are, I just checked in a Prior are you two related," she asks.
"Yeah he's my older brother," I explain.
"Alright here is your schedule and your locker number and your combination, I'll have Grace, our office aid, help you, GRACE," she yells. Oh great more interaction with people I don't want to talk to.
"Yes Mrs. Reyes," the girl which I assume is Grace answers.
"Can you help Beatrice to her locker, it's in the Dauntless section, the black ones," Mrs. Reyes says.
"Sure," she says. For the first time I get a good look at her. She has auburn hair and blue eyes. She's pretty and she seems nice, if I'm looking for friends I guess I could consider her.
"Hi I'm Grace Worthington," she says as she offers me her hand. I shake it and reply.
"Beatrice Prior."
"Beatrice, that's a mouth full I'm going to call you Tris," well she's a little suggestive but still nice. We walk for a while passing different colored lockers that consist of blue, red and orange, white and black, and gray. Eventually we reach the black section which is supposed to hold my locker.
"What's your locker number," Grace asks once we reach the black section. I look down at the piece of paper in my hand.
"Uh 237."
"Here we are if you need anything look for red hair," she says with a smile and walks off.
I put I combination in and open my locker. I really don't have anything to put in it so I just close it back up. I glance down at my schedule to see what class I have first. 1st period: English. Ok room B156. I don't think I've ever been to a school where they separate the lockers by color. Different. I feel something connect with my ankle and before I realize I'm falling I onto linoleum floor. My papers go everywhere. And then I hear it…the snickering.
"Look who took a tumble, you alright stiff," some guy sneers at me. I look up and see to guys leaning on the lockers. One has celery green eyes and the other's face is filled with piercings. I feel everyone eyes boring into mine. They're wondering what I'm going to do or if I'm going to do anything at all. Which I'm not. I collect my papers and stand up. My eyes catch a pair of piercing blue eyes. I don't look at the rest of the person because if he or she is standing here then they're probably a jerk or a caked face cheerleader. I just walk away and head to my English class. Of course I knew trying to fit in wasn't going to work here. If I wasn't noticed then I'm definitely noticed now. And not in the way I would like.
That's chapter 2! Don't worry I will use all of your OCS when the time is right which means you can still submit more OCS. I'll also introduce more of the gang in the next chapter but I bet you can already guess who those two guys were that were wrestling. If you know submit your answer in a review. QOTD: should Tris start off hating Christina or liking her? Thanks for all your support.
Peace&Love~MSC