Chapter 2: First Day

The hallways are quiet, everyone is in their room probably studying for their first day of school tomorrow, and it smells like cleaning supplies all up and down the hallways. It's so boring here already and I just want to barf everywhere, I just get stressed out looking at the spotless tan walls and navy blue carpet on the floor. I let out a frustrated sigh and tuck my hair behind my hear making a left on the hallway so I can get to the 'R' section of the dorms. Down the hall are some kids standing outside of the doors laughing and talking. There are two identical boys, and a tall handsome boy. Well, they are all tall and handsome. . . I don't have the best eye-sight so I can't even clearly make out what they look like.

I look on the walls and find my room, I let out a huge breath and stick in my key to the door pushing it open. I expect to see a stuck-up girl sitting down on the ouch with glasses on reading a book, but instead I hear the sound of music and the smell of fruit. I walk up a tad bit more to get closer to the back rooms and that's when I see bra's, thongs, regular underwear, shirts, jeans, hats, shoes, and socks.

I furrow my eyebrows, almost groaning at the fact that I have a messy roommate, "Hello!?" I shout stepping over the piles of clothes and out comes the closet is a girl with tan skin and dark brown hair that comes down to her shoulders. She is really pretty and almost makes me cower back in my own thrown together clothes.

She squeals loudly and my furrowed eyebrows loosen rising up, "You are my roommate?!" She says and starts clapping her hands together, "I am so happy, you are so pretty, I thought that I was going to have a horrible looking roommate. . . well, that sounds horrible. It doesn't matter if they are ugly or pretty, you just look clean and- I'm Christina." She lets out a breath and sticks her hand out and I laugh shaking her small hand.

"Tris," I answer shortly, "What grade are you in?"

"Tenth, what about you?"

"Same."

"So, I saw some of the eleventh graders down the hallway and they are so hot." She screeches clapping her hands together. "Did you see them?" She asks bending down to pick up all of her stuff and throws it on the bed that is located near to the closet. I guess mines is going to have to be by the window where I have a fantastic view of trees and the track outside. . . just perfect.

"Yeah, I saw three boys." I tell her throwing my suitcases in the direction of my naked bed, thank goodness I brought some sheets for them. . . I don't know if they allow fun. "So, why are you here? Did your parent's make you come here?" I ask and she shakes her head folding up shirts and placing them in the wooden drawer and I start to do the same action.

"Nah," She rolls her eyes letting out a sigh and a small form starts to form on her face, "I didn't want to be there, I mean, I love my parents but I just wanted to get away from them for a while. They are so controlling. . . but then again they are our parents. But, I thought I was going to go to somewhere hype or out of country, instead they sent me to good ole' Mathews Boarding School." She playfully rolls her eyes briefly walking towards the bathroom.

"Oh! And don't worry! I'm not messy, I just had to throw my stuff around so I know what I had!" She shouts from the bathroom that we are going to be sharing. I let out a grunt letting her know that she heard me and I fall against the twin sized mattress looking up at the white ceiling. This is just going to be fun, living with a bubbly girl, with only one bathroom that we share, one room, a kitchen, and living room. . . note my sarcasm.

I hate alarms, I hate them just as much as I hate this boarding school. Yesterday, after playing twenty f*cking questions with that Christina girl-who I've come to know isn't that bad-, we went to the dining hall which took twenty minutes to get to because we couldn't find it, the dining hall is so mellow. I am used to the rowdy crowd of people laughing and throwing food. Instead, it's calm and there are the round tables that are able to hold on a certain amount making people move chairs from others leaving a giant table with only two chairs.

Our little 'meeting' that we had with the stupid principal of the school. . . Jeanine Mathews- and no, the school isn't named after her because she is just a nobody as the rest of us, she just likes to think that she isn't.- but, her little speech still rings in my ear as I get into the shower hoping I didn't wake Christina up.

Freshmen, Juniors, Sophomores, Seniors: This is Mathews boarding school, the most obedient, calm, elegant school there is in the state of Chicago. I don't expect that to change this year, I like to keep our record of being the calm ones not those public schools who run wild. Obviously you are here because we excepted your little letter that was sent here and your were accepted, so, as you sounded sophisticated in that letter. . . on a piece of paper. . . I expect you to act like that. . . physically.

Now, all of you have uniforms that were sent to you, you brought today, or got as you signed in is mandatory. The colors are Blue and White, blue for knowledge and white for purity. I don't want to hold you all because I am sure that you have a lot to do to get ready for tomorrow. But remember these words and you remember them clearly. . . I am the one who sets out the rules. . . you follow them.

We sat there for what it felt like hours listening to her rant on the expectations, objectives, and upcoming things to watch out for. There aren't really any sports here except for the dumb stuff like Tennis, and Track. No offense to the ones who do those things but they just don't catch my attention. I turn off the water to the shower and pull the blue curtain back grabbing my towel off of the lid of the toilet seat wrapping it around my body, I brush my teeth and leave the bathroom for Christina to enter.

"Good Morning," I smile at her as she yawns and tries to flatten down her hair. I had the same thing this morning.

"Good Morning," She smiles back at me stretching out her limbs and she gets out of the bed still yawning and goes to the bathroom. While she is in there, I dry off and slip on a pair of undergarments and I lotion down. I wrap my towel back around me and Christina and I take turns doing hair and stuff in the bathroom. "I don't know if they allow make-up the way Mrs. Mathews was talking yesterday." She jokes and I chuckle grabbing my eyeliner after I blow dried and curled my hair.

"Right," I laugh at her putting the charcoal color under my eyelids and put the mascara on, "It's so strict around here, and the bad thing about it is that our classes are probably the same way," I roll my eyes leaving the bathroom to get dressed. Christina is already half-way dressed, so I decide to put on my uniform which is a royal blue skirt with white knee high socks and I chose a creme colored sweater for the top.

"That's what I'm saying, like I'm the type of person to fall asleep if it's boring." She says slipping on some low-top converse and I do the same, "They might make you take out your piercings and cover your tattoo's." She laughs looking at me as I stick in my silver nose ring and matching earrings.

I scoff at her, "If they do that then I am breaking out,"

"Right behind you."

I bite my lip staring off into space waiting for Math class to start. School sucks so far, and that wouldn't matter if I were back in WestRock high back at home or if I were here in this boarding school. I will always and forever hate school, no matter where I am going. I know that I need the education but the fact that teachers always D is quiet annoying and I don't have Christina in this class so I know that I will be bored out of my mind in here. I think about how are things going back at home with all of my friends, they were quite devastated at the fact that I was leaving them for this school year. . . hopefully, I will be able to go home and do school there for the rest of the years.

"Hello?" A deep voice says waving their hand in front of me, I look up taking my lip from in between my teeth sitting up straighter and looking up to see the person who interrupted me from this amazing day-dream.

"What?" I ask shaking my head slightly kind of annoyed that he stopped me, he might be smoking hot but that doesn't mean I have to be on my hands and knees instantly, kissing your shoes.

"Is anyone sitting here?" He asks tightly looking a bit taken back, I look to the seat to my right and shake my head at him noticing that I am sitting dead in the middle of the class. He sits there and I cross my legs and lean forward letting out a groan waiting for the teacher to walk in. I swear this feels more like a college instead of a college.

"Is that lip good or something?" He questions with a smirk looking to my mouth then to my eyes. I smirk and roll my eyes mentally kicking myself when I answer him back. . . this is the reason why I am here. . . don't talk to boys Tris. . . .don't do it.

"Maybe," I answer shortly with a small smile, "Why?"

"Because, you have it in your mouth like it's the best sucker ever." He says and the dude beside him starts laughing wildy and holds his hand out to the boy who just made the 'innocent' comment but if you were dirty-minded like most of us then it sounded way horrible. "I didn't mean it like that," He smiles at me and I nod my head sarcastically. "What grade are you in?" He asks me.

"Tenth." I tell him and his dark brown eyebrows furrow together making him look so cute.

"Then why are you here? Are you lost? This is eleventh grade math," He tells me and I roll my eyes at him.

"I have advanced math," I tell the 'smart' boy and he nods his head understanding me.

"What's your name?" He asks me.

"Tris,"

"Four," He tells me and that's when it hits me, that's the boy from down the hallway and the two guys in here with him are the other boys down in the hallway.

"Nice to meet you, Four."

"Same, Tris."

A/n: Hope you enjoyed this chapter! More to come up in Chapter 3, just trying to get character intro's done and out of the way. Have a nice day!

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