I forgot to add this earlier, but yes this is a Fourtris story, but it won't happen instantly.
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I wasn't going to update again so quickly, but I had the chapter finished and you're reviews made me so happy I decided to post. I will update often, but not every single day. Here's the chapter! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own divergent or any of the characters! All rights go to Veronica Roth!
I wake up to the blare of my alarm clock. I hate waking up early, but if I'm not up by 7am David will use his own methods to get me up. I roll out of bed and instantly become an icicle. I have to say, while I do like Chicago so far, it's colder than Antarctica. Our apartment is especially cold as David refuses to turn the heater on at all in my room.
I walk into the bathroom and put my colored contacts in, then go pick out which of the 4 outfits I own I will wear today. I decide on a pair of skinny blue jeans, a soft long sleeve t-shirt and a wind breaker. I brush my teeth and curl my hair. I have my first day in a new school today, Divergent High School. It's not the best school in the area, it just so happened that David thinks they are the least likely to suspect that their new student is a kidnapped girl in disguise. I review the notes David's made me memorize:
Name: Allison Smith
Birthday: April 6, 1999
Parents: John Smith
Previous home: San Francisco, California
Reason for moving: father's job, he's the manager of a new cell phone store.
Everything is different than it was last time, and it's all false. It didn't take that long for me to have my story perfectly rehearsed so that no one will suspect a thing. And then there's the information that never changes wherever we go, I ride the bus because my dad works long hours and therefore he cannot attend any parent teacher conferences. My mom died in childbirth, I have no siblings or close relatives. I do not have my license yet. I am not interested in any after school activities. My old school closed down and is not available to be contacted.
Everything must be perfect to make sure I stay alive and hidden. I look at my reflection and the person I am becoming, Allison Smith, Not Beatrice Prior, never Beatrice.
Beatrice should have long wavy blonde hair, Allison has short curly brown hair. Beatrice has blue eyes, Allison has hazel. Beatrice has clear skin, Allison has some freckles. I wish I was Beatrice, but I have to play the role of Allison.
I sigh and slip on some black vans. They're my favorites, they may be ripped but my friend from Spokane gave them to me. I grab my red Jansport backpack that has exactly one notebook, one binder, one pen, and one pencil in it. I push the picture of my family deep into the backpack and make my bed. If I don't I'll be punished.
I glance at the clock, 7:15, perfect now I only have to spend 5 minutes with the devil.
I walk downstairs and am greeted by evil in a human form, David. He scares the living daylights out of me. "Good morning father." I say as I walk past him, he has different appearance too, he's grown a clean beard and dyed his hair starch blonde. He's sitting comfortably at the table reading the paper. "Good morning Allison." He says. He never calls me by my name and since I'm not allowed to call him by his name, I call him father. The term dad or daddy is reserved for my real father only.
"Are you ready for today?" He asks.
"Yes sir," I reply as I stir milk into my coffee.
"Why did you come alone today?" He asks testing me on my information.
"Because my father works long hours and is unable to drive me, he also can't attend anything during 5am-8pm."
"Good. I may need to get in touch with your old school."
"I'm afraid that's not possible as my old school shut down and they lost all information they had not already given back to us."
"Good job. Now what's your after school activity?"
I stop stirring, "what?" I question and immediately regret it as I hear the paper slam on the table.
"Your after school activity Allison, do you need a demonstration?" He yells at me.
He snaps so easily, it's terrifying, I'm still waiting for the day he snaps and kills me.
But now I remember, "I do kickboxing and it can get really rough, so don't worry if I come in looking beat up, I didn't get into a fight that wasn't professional." It's the excuse I use so teachers don't get all snoopy if I happen to come with a limp or bruised after he's beaten me. I tense, waiting for the blow I'm sure is coming. But I hear him sigh and release the breath I was holding. I pour the coffee in a to-go cub and grab my apartment key.
"Goodbye father, I will see you this afternoon."
David just grunts. I sigh and practically sprint out the door. I run to the train station near our building and get on the train I will ride every day for however long we stay here. I find a seat next to an old woman with groceries. I plug my headphones into my phone and listen to music as I ride. I pull out my journal and begin sketching useless drawings. Art is the one escape I have from the madness. It calms me and I've gotten really good at it. I zone out until we get to school.
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It's in the heart of downtown and raises up six stories. I walk in and find an office receptionist who has a big fake smile and long red nails. "Hello welcome to Divergent High how may I help you?" Her accent is so high pitched it hurts my ears. I feel like it's very fake,
"Hi, my name is Allison Smith I'm starting here today."
"Allison." She squeals. "Yes I have your schedule and map right here. You've got some good classes on here. Now let me explain," she says as she holds out my schedule. She points to the map and says, "Now the building is very organized, level 1 is teacher meetings and the office. Level 2 is math and science, level 3 is lockers and cafeteria, level 4 is history and English, level 5 is varied electives and level 6 is arts. Athletics is in the basement. We hope you love it here!" She says with a big smile.
"Thank you," I whisper and head to one of the seven elevators at the opposite wall. I push the 3 button and look at my schedule
1: Girls' athletics with Lauren
2: Biology with Mrs. Johnson
3: History with Mr. Kane
4: Algebra 2 with Mrs. Matthews
Lunch
5: Art with Ms. Wu
6: English with Mrs. Reyes
It could be worse. I thought, I'll find out very quickly how bad it is based on how the teachers are. The elevator dings and I walk out into the mess that is high school. I don't know who decided to put 700 students' lockers on one floor, but they're an idiot
In front of me are two jocks throwing around a football, while other kids mingle with friends and guys cause general mayhem. I just try to get to my locker as quickly as possible. There are a group of kids standing in front of where my locker should be, I'm about to yell at them when the bell rings. Great, I think, now I have 5 minutes to get into my locker and back down to gym. I hurriedly unlock my locker and throw my backpack in, then I head to the elevator for athletics.
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Gym was easy, all we did is run a mile, though almost everyone complained. Now onto biology, my first class where I'll have to interact with other people. I head to the 2nd floor and down the hallway to lab 488. I walk into a wild class. The boys who were throwing the football around earlier are in here. Along with a loud girl from my athletics class named Molly. The other kids are gathered in groups chatting with friends. I'm not really sure where to sit so I just stand towards the front. A middle aged woman wearing glasses comes in and everyone immediately runs to their seats. She goes and begins setting up a PowerPoint so I walk up and introduce myself.
"Hi my name's Allison, and this is my first day here."
She claps her hands, "Yes of course I saw you on my roster!"
She leads me to the front of the classroom and introduces me, "Class, we have a new student joining our school, Allison Smith." I give a small smile, "She is a junior this year and just moved here from San Francisco, I hope you all make her feel welcome."
She turns to me, "You can join Christina over there in the corner," she points to a dark skinned girl with hair that's been put up with a headband. She's leaning over whispering something to the boy next to her. "Christina! Will!" Mrs. Johnson says and they immediately look up. The boy, Will, goes bright red. I take a seat next to Christina and pull out my notebook. Mrs. Johnson begins to rattle on about the celsl of animals and the different components, I don't really listen.
"So you're Allison right?" Christina asks me, I smile and nod.
"Well my name's Christina and this class is boring, but my best friend over here, Will," she points to the boy and he gives me a small wave. I nod back to him. "That's his mom," she says gesturing to the teacher. "So I have to act like I like this class." She gives me a big genuine smile and I nod and smile and go back to mindlessly taking notes.
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The rest of the morning went by with no more problems, except that Christina was also in my Algebra 2 class, along with a clown named Uriah. The teacher is one of the meanest people I have ever met. She did not tolerate Uriah's funny antics for very long. He was sent out into the hall within the first 10 minutes of class, so I didn't really get to meet him. Christina jabbered to me the entire period asking questions about where I was from, did I like it, why'd I move here. That stuff.
By the time lunch rolled around I was starving. I was going to just take the sandwich and apple I packed and eat in an empty classroom, but Christina found me again and insisted I sit with her. I gladly followed her into the cafeteria happy to have found a friend, if only temporarily.
We walked to a table with several other people around it, "Hey guys!" Christina shouts and gets their attention, "This is Allison she's new here, and she's sitting with us." I feel my face going slightly red, being the center of attention isn't my thing. She turns to me, and points to each person naming them, Zeke, a guy with dark skin and curly hair, complimented by a mischievous smirk.
Uriah, his younger brother who I met earlier,
Will who I also met,
Marlene a girl my age with long curly brown hair,
Shauna a girl in a wheelchair, and her younger sister Lynn who has a buzz cut and the guy in the corner with a hooked nose, wavy brown hair and deep blue eyes, named Four. I smile and take a seat next to Christina and Marlene.
"So Allison, where ya from?" Zeke asks.
"San Francisco." I answer.
"Oh cool, you know I've always wanted to go to California, were there a lot of hot girls there?" Uriah asks and Marlene shoves him in the arm while glaring at him.
He puts his hands up in defense, "Hey I just want to know!"
I shrug, "I don't really know."
I see Four staring at me out of the corner of my eye, he looks kind of familiar. I feel like I've met him before, but I think I would remember someone with a number for a name. "What kind of a name is Four?" I ask.
He just shrugs, "It's a nickname, I don't happen to like my real name very much."
"And that is?"
Zeke jumps in at this point, "Oh, he's never going to tell you, see Shauna, Four and I are all seniors, I'm best friends with this guy and I don't even know what his real name is! I don't even know his real last name, he just uses Wu, the last name of his guardian." That name rings a bell.
"Wu," I say, "I have a teacher with that last name."
"Awe Yeah! Do you have art next period?" Uriah shouts excitedly. I nod. "Sweet we all have it too! Tori Wu teaches it. She's super cool and she's Four's guardian! You'll love her."
I almost choke on my sandwich. Tori Wu? That's the name of my mom's best friend from high school. My godmother. It can't be her, Tori Wu is a popular name. "Yeah I'm excited, so no one knows what Four's real name is?"
"Well one of our friends knows." Marlene interjects, "But we have no idea how he found out."
"Who?" I ask.
"Oh well." She looks around the table and huffs, "where's C-squared?"
"Where else would they be, the library." Lynn says.
"What's C-squared?" I ask Christina.
"Oh!" she says, "we have two other friends whose names both start with C and they're both crazy smart, so we call them C-squared" just then the bell rings.
Christina jumps up, "I gotta run to my locker I'll meet you at class!" she says. I take the elevator up to the 5th floor and for some reason my stomach flips the whole way up. I liked the gang, they were nice, funny and genuine. Too bad I can't be genuine with them. But hey, I think, they don't know Four's real name just like they don't know mine. I walk to the classroom and my eyes widen when I see the teacher in the back of the classroom. Tori Wu.
Not some other Tori Wu, no my Tori. My "aunt" who used to always come visit us for Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter, pretty much every other holiday, and birthdays. My mom's best friend, who I always talked to. Out of all the schools in the world how is she the art teacher of this one?
I try to remain calm and remember my lines. She hasn't seen me in over 6 years and I look different, she won't recognize me. Not even my own mother would recognize me. I walk up to her, "Hi my name's Allison. I'm new here." I say.
She gives me one of her big smiles and nods, "Hey Allison I heard you were coming, ok so I'm going to take roll but let me give you a sketchpad, so you can free draw in the start of class."
She walks over to her desk and I see pictures sitting on it. There are some of two high-schooler's, one looks like her and the other seems to be my mom. I smile at the fact that she still has picture of my mom when she was that young. Next to it is a picture that makes my eyes tear up a little. It's a picture of her with me. It was taken a few months before I went missing. It's the Fourth of July and we have matching flag tattoos on our cheeks. I smile and quickly wipe my tears. I would've thought she'd forgotten about me.
She turns around and hands me a fat sketchbook. She gestures to a seat in the second row, "you can take that desk, your partner isn't here yet, but he doesn't have anyone next to him and some interaction would be good for him. He's a new student too, moved here a few months ago" She smirks.
"Thanks," I say and take a seat. Christina is at a seat a row behind me and she waves at me, I wave back.
The bell rings, so Tori goes through roll call, but my desk mate isn't here yet. She calls my name and I answer. "Ok thanks Allison, Four?"
"Here."
"Great, Christina?"
"Present."
"Ok, Caleb?" no one answers and she shakes her head, "late again" she mutters. "Lynn?"
She calls few more names when the back door opens and a guy comes slinking in to my desk. I don't look up from my drawing but Tori calls him out, "Caleb! You're late again."
"Sorry Tori, I was stuck in the library it won't happen again." When he speaks I freeze and every muscle in my body tenses up; because I know that voice. I've heard it a million times.
I whip around and my pencil drops when I see him. He's older now, it's been 6 years, but it's the same shaggy hair, same green eyes, and same perky glasses. Standing right in front of me is a boy I didn't think I'd ever see again and never under these circumstances. My eyes are wider than they've been in a long time because standing in front of me is Caleb, my Brother.
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