"Day two of the boarding school." Jeanine starts.
"Is fun, could be better." I reply.
"Why is that, Beatrice?" Jeanine asks.
"Because some people don't like me." I reply and leave.
It's true, though. Peter and his gang are ganging up on me every day. However, I have a gang as well to back me up.
Tobias, son of Marcus, assistant Principal, is part of the gang. Christina, Zeke and Uriah, are also part of the gang, as well as Uriah's friends Marlene and Will. I met them gradually, but Tobias I knew right from the start, because he was in all of my classes and being Marcus's son was often called up to demonstrate something, or to teach while the teacher had to do something like go to the bathroom or talk to the principal, or talk to a naughty student in the hall.
I always tried my best to be a good student, but it was hard when Peter and his gang were near me. On the third day in English, Peter tossed me a note.
It read, Je ah aint gonna bother ya, but meet me outside the border, if ya knows whats ah mean, ya.
I gave him a weird look, and threw the note back to him, shaking my head. But unfortunately, the teacher, Eric, noticed.
"Peter, Peter, give me that note." He said his voice ice cold, and Peter, smirking, gave him the note. Eric read the note aloud, and then said something that made me blush and be disgusted.
"Well, Peter, I hope you and Miss Prior don't misbehave outside the border." Eric said smoothly. The were oooh's and giggles, but Tobias, having being seated directly behind us and having seen the whole thing, mirrored my expression of disgust. Peter winked at me as he returned to his seat, which prompted more giggles from those who saw. Eric, satisfied, went on.
"Even in notes, remember that proper English must always be used in order." He continued smugly. Embarrassed, I took notes and kept my head down, aware of stares. Eric, seeming to have some compassion, reminded them that their eyes must be kept to the front, fixated on their professor, at all times. Then, becoming aware of my downward eyes, strided over to my desk and grabbed my arm, pulling me up to go into the hall for a talk. He nodded at Tobias to go up to the front and begin teaching. Tobias did so, his voice flat and almost mechanical, carrying on from where Eric left off.
"Look, newbie." Eric said, deathly calm. "Don't think I don't know things about you."
I pretended innocence, terrified. "Things about me?" I asked.
"Be careful." He growled. "In my esteemed English class, in the halls, in lunch, I am watching you. I am in charge here. Am I understood?"
I bit my lip, nodding. "Yes sir, Master Eric."
He backed away, his lips curling into a twisted smile. "Then we are done here. Have fun with your boyfriend." He teased ruthlessly, unmercilessly, as if having fun tormenting me. He nudged me back into class, and Tobias slid back into his seat.
I made a note to ask Tori at lunch what being Divergent was really all about.
