Hello guys! So here's a new chapter! Hope you all enjoy! And sorry for not updating sooner, I've been getting into a lot of fights with my dad. Not because I'm a teen or whatever, it's because he's been ignoring my family and I'm just arguing with him on why he made my sister cry or whatever. So again, sorry.
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I have some very sad news, I don't know if you guys have heard about it but back in my hometown Santa Ana, California, three 13 year old girls were hit and killed by a car while trick or treating. (I think the friend of the two twins survived) The driver(s) apparently fled the scene and left the remains of the girls on the streets. I just hate these people for killing kids on Halloween and hurting their families. The identities have not been released yet but still, R.I.P. And to those stupid assholes who took the lives of these poor girls, rot in hell. Or at least rot from guilt. Hopefully the Los Angeles police will find. They better find them or I'll personally look for these idiots and... I can't think of anything cz I hate hurting people.
Well anyway, here's a new chapter.
Tris
It turns out I have second period with the ass hat. Who's name happens to be a number. The number Four. I also have second period with that girl, Christina. And, the big teddy bear.
Al is more like an acquaintance than a friend. I don't know him fully yet. And I don't want him to fully know me. I don't want anyone to know me. I just want to make it through high school quickly, quietly and easily. If I make it that long.
Plus, I don't need friends. Friends are nothing in life. They don't serve any purpose other than to ditch or backstab you. I only want my family, music and drawings. That's it. Oh, and TV, Pokémon, ice-cream and Takis.
It's 9:30. Ten more minutes before second period, which is science, is over. I'm sitting at a group, lab table in the far right corner. To my left is a girl named Lynn who was forced to sit here. The left side of her hair is shaved. The remains of her left hair is put in a Mohawk, the tips of her black hair is dyed red. The right side of her hair reaches her elbows with the tips dyed red. Al and Christina sit in front of us. Giggling and laughing at our science teacher, Jeanine Matthews.
"Okay class, here are the assigned groups for the NASA space project which you'll be starting on Friday. I suggest that you all start planning by tomorrow if you want to pass this class with flying colors." She says as she start writing on the board with a blue expo marker. She pushes a strand of her blonde hair out of her face as she reads the list.
Group #1– Levi, Jessie, Claudia & Jacob
Group #2– Zeke, Lynn, Bryan & Chloe
Group #3– Tris, Four, Al & Christina
"What?!" Christina, Al and I blurt out.
Four turns over to use and gives us an offended look. Jeanine ignores us and continues to write down the other groups.
"God, kill me now!" I mutter under my breath.
Christina slaps my arm.
"Don't say that!" She says as she gives me a concerned look.
"Oh come on, it was a joke." Not really. He's gonna take it away sooner or later.
Christina gives me a 'Stop Talking' look before turning back to Jeanine.
"Now, I want this project to be tangible. I want this to be in your own words. Don't even think about copying off of Wikipedia or something. Unless you all want a big, fat zero on your report cards." She says as she starts to write the requirements.
"Please get into your groups now. Take the rest of class to decide what you're all going to do. I want six inch voices. If I hear every single word clearly come out of your mouth Ezekiel, consider yourself earning two science classes and detention for the next three months." She says, glaring at a boy with dark tan skin and curly brown hair. He was one of the guys surrounding the ass hat before second period.
Four reluctantly trudges to our desk. Lynn pats my shoulder and mouths 'Good Luck,' before leaving. My shoulders sag as he takes the seat by me.
"Okay then, let's start with our names. Hi, my name is Christina." Christina smiles, her bottom teeth are crooked. Nevertheless, she's still pretty.
"And this is Al Einstein." Christina grins.
"It's Albert Collin. My friends call me Al." Al mumbles.
"As you all know, the name's Four. The one and only." He says, flashing his 'pearly' white teeth and leaning back onto the wall.
"Name's Tris." I say quietly.
"I think the name 'Bitch,' suits you better." Four says.
"And I think the name 'Ass Hat,' suits you better. We can't always get what want. Even if more than half of the class agrees with me." I mumble.
He rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue. Christina raises her eyebrows and whistles as she plays with her pink fingerless gloves. Al swallows his laughter as he doodles on a piece of paper, not wanting to be a part of this awkwardness.
I look pull out the slip of paper which has my schedule, and search the paper for when lunch starts. Unfortunately, this school has no breaks or free times. Just lunch which is during fourth period.
"Do you wear mascara?" Christina asks out of no where.
I look up and shake my head.
"Only eyeliner. Nothing else." I say.
"Really? You're sooo lucky! I mean my eyes are soo hard to work with. And—" My ears seem to stop working by then.
I just continue to nod along to whatever the heck she's saying. All I see is Christina's mouth moving at rapid speed, Al drifting off to sleep and Four staring at me intently. I flip him the finger before turning back to Christina.
"Do you wear lipstick?" She asks.
I'm about to answer but luckily the bell rings.
"You all better have some kind of idea for a project tomorrow unless you want detention and an ISS." She yells over the buzz of shouts and laughter.
I sigh as I bend over to grab my belongings and push the stools out of my way. I trudge towards the door before stopping at the sound of my name.
"Tris! Tris, hold up." I hear Christina yell.
I turn around to see Al and Christina rushing towards me. I feel my stomach flutter as they get closer. Maybe they want to be friends with me. Maybe they want to compare schedules like all teens these days do.
"You forgot your pen." Christina smiles as she hands me the silver gel pen.
My heart drops. Of course. Why would anyone want to be a friend of mine? Why did I even get my hopes up? Why the hell would I even care?
"Thanks,"
"No problem. See ya later." She waves before grabbing Al by the arm, and marches off into the hall.
I proceed to slowly stomping my way to my next class. Girls and boy both stare at me as I make my way to Caleb's classroom. The laugh and snicker, discreetly point at or look my way.
I groan inwardly.
I've been judged way too many times in my life. So much, that's it's actually laughable. But come on, it's my first day. Don't these people— No, don't these girls have anything better to talk about?
Another bell rings. Warning us that we only have four more minutes to get to class.
I sigh once more before picking up my pace to find Caleb and get to class without getting a tardy.
I'm sorry for the short chapter but I have to get some things ready for my mom's birthday! :D Which is in two weeks :P but yeah I want to be prepared 'cause last year my siblings and I were kinda late...
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