Six POV

BEEP BEEEP BEEEEP BEEEEE-

I smacked the alarm clock to turn it off, and groaned as I realised that, once again, it was a Monday. I dragged myself out of bed, and went into the bathroom and took a shower. I studied myself in the mirror, and saw a short, scrawny little girl, covered in bruises and scars. Ugh, I'm pathetic. I grabbed some clothes, not really caring about what I chose, and got changed. I brushed my hair (well, sort of), then head out of my room. I tiptoed past Marcus' room, and grabbed an apple from the kitchen, then headed outside. I grabbed my skateboard from its usual hiding spot, turned on some music, and headed to school. Most people wouldn't need to hide their skateboard in their own house, but I guess I'm a, well, special case. This was my third skateboard actually, as Marcus had found my previous ones.

Anyway, I headed to school. Along the way, I saw some new kid walking to school. I glanced at him, and he, well, let's just say that he wasn't exactly bad looking. I could feel his gaze on me as went past him, then heard a loud 'clang!' followed by an 'ow!' I looked back and saw him on the ground by a metal pole, looking dazed. I considered helping him up, but no, I told myself. That's something Tris would do, but I let go of her when my mother left me. I used to be Tris, a kind, thoughtful, hardworking nerd, who always did what she could for other people. My mother left because she had never truly loved my father, Marcus, but he had always loved her. He used to love me, but I suppose I reminded him too much of my mother. He had always had anger management problems, but they started to get out of control without her to calm him down. He started to beat me, and has been beating me every day since. It's been two years.

I headed into school, shoved my skateboard in my locker, and grabbed my schedule from my bag.

Six EATON [Dauntless]

Locker No. 285

Art – Tori Wu

Music – Johanna Reyes

Gym – Coach Amar

Free – Tori Wu

Math – Jeanine Matthews

Chemistry – Jeanine Matthews

Great, art first. I rummaged around my locker and found my sketchbook, and a few pencils, and started to walk to art. Along the way, I saw my ex, Al, and shot him a death glare. I'll never forgive him. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, and saw a text from Lynn.

'Hey 6, where r u?' I texted her back and said,

'On my way 2 art, y?'

'Can u meet me in the 4th floor bathroom now pls?'

'sureeeee'

I had no idea why she wanted me to meet her, but this was Lynn. She was my best friend, and I was closer to her then I was to anyone else. I kept walking until I reached the 4th floor and headed into the bathroom, where Lynn was waiting.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked her. She bit her lip, and seemed to be making a decision in her head.

"Ok, erm, Gabe asked me out…"

"OMIGOD! FINALLY!" I know Lynn's liked him, for like, ever, but I wasn't sure if the feeling was mutual. "WHAT DID YOU SAY?"

"Um, yes…" She said, blushing a little.

"OMIGOD!" We then spent the next fifteen minutes talking, but then Lynn glanced at her watch. It read: 08:03.

"Ugh we're late for Tori," she said, and we headed off to art.

"Sorry we're late Tori," I said, as we walked into the classroom. Lynn and I walked over to our usual table at the back. It used to be Lynn, Zeke, Al and I, but since Al and I broke up, he hasn't sat here anymore. There's someone else in here seat though, and I recognise him as the boy I say walking to school this morning, the one that walked into a pole.

"Hey Six, Lynn," said Zeke, looking over from Shauna. "Guys, this is Tobias, he's new today, he's gonna be sitting at our lunch table and stuff so yea. Tobias, she, (pointing to me) is Six, and she, (pointing to Lynn), is Lynn. They're both part of our group."

"Mmhmm," I said, as I took out my sketch book. I wanted to draw a cracked skull, and I started to sketch it out. Before long I became aware of someone's eyes on me, and I looked up. Tobias was staring at me and my sketch. I glared at him, and he looked away. I saw that he had absolutely nothing on his paper, and guessed that he had no inspiration. I can't exactly say that I knew the feeling, as Marcus has always given me plenty of feelings to put down on paper. I realised that that was the first time I had seen his eyes, and they were beautiful.

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