Tris

I never got to catch up with Caleb. We seemed to have lost each other in the roaring crowd of awkward teens as we made our way to third period. My finger nails dig into the palm of my hand as I power walk to Math. But power walking won't do much here. People here think that they have all the time in the world. Idiots. Time runs fast. Don't try to freaking slow it down. No matter what you say, it's true.

I sigh as I glance at the crowd of 'popular' kids in front of me. Boys tagging girls' bottoms while the girls 'gasp' and laugh along with the others.

The warning bell rings. Four more minutes till class. My nails dig further into my palm. I quickly push past people. Shoving and slapping people out of my way. It's only ten. I still have about six hours left of school. A tall, rather old looking man with almost no hair walks in front of the teens.

"Hey! Move along! Get to class you lazy fat asses..." He mumbles the last part, but I, and a couple of others hear him.

"Jesus Christ," I mumble as I shake my head. Isn't he just a ray of sunshine?

I take this chance to slip pass the confused teenagers as I quickly jog to math. B123... B124... B125... There it is, B126.

I peek through the door way to see a woman who looks like she should be in her early thirties but dresses like she's in her early twenties. She looks pretty nevertheless. She has auburn hair and high cheekbones with honey colored eyes. She looks up to see me and smiles.

"Come on in! Choose a seat." She beams as she clicks her heels toward the door. I smile awkwardly before turning to the seats. The seats are set in rows but not by each other where you'd have to share elbow space with somebody, but organized, facing the wall.

I decide to choose the front row seat near the door (so . I set my bag under my chair and sit quietly, keeping my head down.

People start to file in with big, goofy smiles on their faces (including the ass hat). They all choose seats on the other side of the classroom or a couple seats away from me.

I nervously tap my finger tips on the hardwood desk. I just want this day to end already.

The final bell rings. The teacher's heels click with each step toward the door as she gently closes the doors not wanting to disturb other classes with such a loud bang.

She turns to us and smiles, flashing her pearly white teeth.

"Hi! As ya'll may know, my name is Ms. Miller. Since I'm in a good mood today, and it's the first day of school, we're going play a little game." She claps her hands excitedly.

"It's called 'All About Me!' My daughter, Julie, made it. Clever isn't she?" She beams. "So, I'll be pulling out names, kinda like the Hunger Games..." She mumbles as she grabs an old baseball cap and shakes it a bit. "The person I call on has to get up, stand in front of the entire class and tell us a little about themselves. At least 5 things. If you mumble, stutter or refuse to talk, you'll have to tell us at least 30 facts about yourself. Is that clear?"

"Yes, m'am." The class mumbles in unison.

"Alrighty then! First up is..." She trails off as she fumbles with the baseball cap. She finally fishes a slip of paper. "Lynn?"

The girl from second period reluctantly trudges forward. She gives Ms. Miller a fake smile before turning to the class.

"Name's Lynn. From Chicago. I love chocolate cake. I love running. And I have an older sister." Lynn says quickly before stomping back to her seat. Ms. Miller discreetly widens her eyes and rolls them. She clears her throat. "Umm... Beatrice?"

I inwardly scream as I walk forward. I turn to the class to see every single person looking at me. I swallow down a scream. "My friend's call me, Tris." Like I have any... "I'm from Maryland. I moved to Illinois a couple of years ago. I have a brother and I like to draw." I quickly walk back to my seat which isn't too far away. Ms. Miller says something along the lines of 'Tris. That's a pretty nickname.' I glance at my classmates to see Four smirking. He chuckles as he whispers, 'Beatrice. What a stupid name..'

My nose wrinkles as I whisper, 'Four. Some dumbass name.' He glares at me as I say this. My eyes harden as I glower at him. I am so close to ripping his throat out...

"Jackson?" Ms. Miller calls. A boy with tanned skin and a brown mop of hair walks forward. He starts to talk, but I can't hear him. Four continues to glare while I do the same.

But as I'm fantasizing about strangling Four to death, I realize that Four will have to go up. Oh boy, I can't wait for Four's turn...

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