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Life has changed a bit since our group got promoted to B-class. We are getting invited to more parties, getting noticed more and socialising more. I dont really care for all this popularity stuff. I would never want to be one of the 'populars' because they make me want to vomit with their fake tans, fake boobs and fake personalities.

We are all chatting about meaningless things when Peter, Molly, Lauren, Four and Drew open the school doors and walk into the hallway. I know it seems like a dramatic scene from a stupid cliche high school movie but everyone gaped at them as they swished their hair and swung their hips like they were the kings and queens of the universe. Our group paid no attention to them because we dont want to be some of those mindless puppies who cater to every need and morsel of attention they might want to grasp.

Lauren notices we arent looking and struts over to us followed by the others. 'Oo look what we have here. I see Tris is wearing her usual daggy clothes she got from the garbage bin outside the school' everyone in her group laughs, except for Four, hes always emotionless, some girls call it 'mysterious' but i call it creepy. 'Atleast i didnt throw a few pieces of cloth together and stick them on my body, it seems that way from the lack of clothing you have there' Christina sasses. We all start laughing and Four has the tiniest smile playing on his lips.

Lauren rolls her eyes. 'If you keep rolling your eyes like that you might see a tiny brain back there!' Shauna says. Lauren scoffs and walks off. 'Oh my god!' Uriah says in between laughs. I chuckle along with everyone. I notice something, Christina and Shauna are both wearing alot nicer clothes and makeup than they usually do, i hope silently to myself that its not because we have been promoted, because i dont want this thing getting to their heads. That what i find is bad about the system, the popularity goes to their heads.

Back in elementary school Lauren, Molly, Christina and I were all best friends. We would spend every waking minute together and were inseparable. As the years went by Molly and Lauren drifted from us through Middle school as they started to become bitchy and consumed by looking good and being popular. By high school the tables had completely turned, they were both suctioned in by the pressures of popularity and looks, causing them to turn into self-obsessed douchebags. Thats how i see it anyways.

The bell sounded and i headed off to Art. I have always loved drawing it was an old passion of mine. Miss. Devonlance was my favourite teacher, she was so down to earth and honest. I like teachers like that, ones that dont think screaming is the solution to fix our behaviour. An example of this is Miss. Carindale, our class and learning are farther away than her eyebrows with her teaching. (She has particularly odd eyebrows, everyone makes fun of her for it)

Our assignment in art was to draw something that meant something to you. It was a hard topic but i decided to draw three ravens in flight. I drew it on a women's collarbone, flying towards her heart. It represented my family, my parents dont accept extravagance, they are very selfless which i find inspiring, while my brother is extremely smart, hes going on to this fancy boarding school for smart kids soon. I will really miss him

I am sketching away when i feel a familiar warm hand from the party on my shoulder. I sigh because i know who it is. I turn around and am met with Four's blue eyes and a small smirk he has on his face that he only shows rarely. 'Can i help you?' I say slightly annoyed. 'I was just going to say your drawing was very good' he says plainly. Im a bit taken aback, hes defininetly not drunk this time. 'Uhh thanks' i say giving him a small smile.

I look down at his work and he has the words 'Fear God Alone' written across his page in fancy, scripted writing. 'Wow' i say under my breath. 'What was that?' He says smirking, obviously hearing what i said. Ugh he annoys me. 'Uh nothing, your drawing not too bad' i say, trying not to give him the satisfaction his drawing was good. 'Not too bad? Thanks, i think' i raise an eyebrow then quickly turn around to finish my work. Well that was an awkard conversation.

After the school day i hop in my car. Its a really old Ford, its my dads second hand. I like it though. I turn the ignition several times before it actually fires up. I drive home and open the door to my two story house. Our parents arent rich but do have a bit of money, we could have bought a bigger house, and a nicer car for me but they reject vanity. I walk into the familiar pale white walls and skim my hands across the railing as i run up the wooden stairs towards my room. On our bookshelf there are young photos of Caleb and I. Theres a picture of me with 4 teeth missing and two braids in my hair. I chuckle to myself and plonk down on my bed.

I hear a knock on the door, its Caleb. 'Tris?' He says. 'Yeeep' i say drawing out my words. 'I just wanted to tell you my date to go to that school in Michigan has been moved to Friday' he says sadly. Friday is in 2 days! I get off my bed and pull him into a hug. 'Ill only be gone for 2 months then ill come see you' he says positively. I nod and kiss him on the cheek. He wipes off the kiss and screws up his face. I laugh and shoo him out.

I plug in my earphones and listen to music. I get a message on online from Four. I inwardly groan. 'Hey Tris :)' he says. What does he want now?

Me: Hi?

Four: I was wondering if I could sit with you at lunch one break, with your friends?

'What!' I say out loud. Why in the world would he want to sit with us.

Me: Why?

Four: I dont know just to get to know you guys better, make new friends

Me: Uh i will have to get back to you once i check with the gang

Four: Sure thing.

Four is known for being a bit of a player. He always seems to have girls dangling off his arm. He is kissing and clutching onto one girl and then the next day doing the same with the next. I wouldnt trust him because hes in the popular group but he hasnt done anything particularly nasty to any of us so i might be able to consider. I just hope this turns out alright.