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Tris POV
Christina and I reach Ms. Wu's room, and walk inside. "Come on," Christina says, "We have to check in for homeroom."
We walk up to the teacher's desk, and Ms. Wu says while marking a paper, "Ok, Christina, I got you down. Who's this?"
"I'm Tris, I'm new here," I say.
"Welcome to Chicago High, Tris," Ms. Wu says, and I smile in response.
That's when I see him. I turn around and see a tall, brown haired boy walking into the room. He's staring at the floor, but when Ms. Wu says, "Ok, Four, I got you down," he looks up, and I see his eyes, a beautiful deep blue.
At this point, I realize that I am probably staring, and turn away shyly, blushing. Christina drags me to a desk next to hers, and tries to make conversation.
"So, where did you move here from?" she asks me.
"Oh, I've lived in the area for a while, I just transferred here from DAA," I say. DAA stands for Divergent Area Academy, it is a private school.
"Why did you transfer," Christina asks, and I automatically stiffen, and look down at my desk.
Christina must be able to tell that I am uncomfortable with the question, because she says, "You don't have to answer that, it's okay."
I smile at her, and tell her, "My brother had a problem with the academics system at DAA." That wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the real reason. That's the reason my brother decided to transfer with me.
"You have a brother?" Christina asks, changing the subject.
"Yes, his name's Caleb, he's a senior," I say.
"Is he cute?" Christina asks.
"Christina!" I shout, and everyone looks at me. I look back down shyly.
"Sorry…" Christina says, "But seriously."
"I don't know, he's my brother," I say, "I guess, but he's pretty nerdy."
Christina laughs at this, and I say, "What?"
"I don't understand," she says.
"What are you talking about?" I ask, confused.
"Four," she says, still laughing. I don't get it.
"What about him?" I ask. He is the boy with the mysterious blue eyes.
"Tris, he's the captain of the football team, track star, not to mention the hottest guy in school, and he's staring at you," she says casually.
I resist the urge to glance his way. "Christina, I think you are imagining things," I say. Why would he stare at me? I'm just an average girl with a foggy past.
"No, I'm serious Tris. He never looks at girls, always pushes them off of him, never cares about them, but he's looking right at you like you're the only thing in the room," Christina says.
I decide to accept the fact that no one wants me. He is handsome, but he doesn't even know me. No one really does.
I choose to roll my eyes in response to Christina, and she sticks her tongue out at me.
The bell rings, and Ms. Wu starts class, "Hi, my name is Tori, welcome to first period Drawing. I'll try and skip all of the boring introduction statements that are common on the first day of school. This year is all about being creative and expressing yourself through drawings on paper. No one can really be bad at art when you are working hard, so you will not be judged on the finished product, but the techniques you use in class. Any questions?"
No one raises their hand, so Tori says, "Great, before I give your first real assignment, you will have a pre-evaluation on your current drawing skills. Draw whatever you want, with any techniques you choose, and it is due next Friday." Wow, we have over a week to work on this. I start to think about what I will draw.
I've been called a good artist before, but for some reason I am nervous. Tori put it as expressing yourself through drawings on paper, and I've never been good at showing my feelings.
I settle on drawing a bird flying out of a cage, which I feel represents me escaping my past. I start to draw outlines of objects when I peek at Christina's drawing. She still has nothing on her paper.
"What are you drawing?" she asks me.
"A bird flying out of a cage," I say.
She looks at me for a second, almost as if expecting me to elaborate on it. I don't really feel like telling her what it stands for.
"Okay, that's cool. I'm still not sure what to do," Christina says back.
I work for the rest of the period, and hop up when the bell rings. "What do you have next?" Christina asks me.
"AP American Government," I say, "What about you?"
"Honors World Cultures. Do you think you will get there okay? Should I walk you?" she asks.
"I'm sure I," I start, when a deep masculine voice interrupts me.
"I can take her," he says behind me. I turn around to be met with deep blue eyes. Four.
"Okay," I say, "I'll see you later Christina."
"Bye!" she shouts as I walk out of the room with Four.
Four POV
Walking into the room, I see the blonde haired girl with Christina, talking to Ms. Wu. I didn't expect her to be in my homeroom. I immediately look down, not really wanting to talk to her right now. I hope Christina won't drag her over.
"I'm Tris, I'm new here," I overhear her say. Tris, that's her name. It's a nice name… stop it Four! Why are you daydreaming about a girl you've never even talked to?
"Welcome to Chicago High, Tris," Ms. Wu says to her, and she smiles. Gosh, her smile, it's beautiful. I want to see her smile again.
I finally look up when Ms. Wu says, "Ok, Four, I got you down," and I see her looking at me. Her eyes, her breathtaking eyes, looking at me. She turns back around, blushing. What does that mean, has she noticed me too? I walk to a desk in the back of the room, and sit down. I have Drawing in this room first period.
I look around the room, and don't see any of my friends. That's when I see Tris and Christina sit down on the other side of the room, and chatting.
I don't know what it is about her, but I can't take my eyes off of her. I can't think about anything else. She is taking my full attention without even knowing it. I want to get to know her, I want to talk to her, but I can't bring myself to get up and go over to her. I don't want Christina there, I want to talk to her alone.
"Christina!" Tris shouts, and everyone turns their interest toward her. She looks down shyly, she must really not like attention. She really is different from other girls.
I look at her for a while longer, and Christina laughs. Tris seems confused, gosh she is so cute and innocent looking.
The bell rings, and Ms. Wu starts class, "Hi, my name is Tori, welcome to first period Drawing. I'll try and skip all of the boring introduction statements that are common on the first day of school. This year is all about being creative and expressing yourself through drawings on paper. No one can really be bad at art when you are working hard, so you will not be judged on the finished product, but the techniques you use in class. Any questions?" I can't help but think that her teaching philosophy is interesting, but to me it makes perfect sense.
No one raises their hand, so Tori says, "Great, before I give your first real assignment, you will have a pre-evaluation on your current drawing skills. Draw whatever you want, with any techniques you choose, and it is due next Friday." Draw whatever you want? I don't enjoy these types of assignments, my imagination always feels limited.
I decide to draw a simple lake scene for no specific reason. I'm not particularly art challenged, but I wouldn't put any of my work into the Louvre or the MET.
I glance over to Tris, who seems absorbed in her drawing. I wonder what it is.
The bell rings, and I start to walk towards the door. That's when I hear Christina say to Tris, "What do you have next?"
"AP American Government," she responds. I look at my schedule, only to find that I have the same class.
"What about you?" Tris asks Christina.
"Honors World Cultures. Do you think you will get there okay? Should I walk you?" Christina says back.
I make a decision in the moment, I have to talk to her.
Tris starts to say something, but I say, "I can take her."
Tris turns around, and looks at me. "Okay," she says, "I'll see you later Christina."