Chapter 4: The First Day of School

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Chapter Four: The (Official) First Day

Oh, man. I must be staring at her eyes for a long time. But what I notice is she is staring right back. Not in a menacing way, but sort of like the way I'm staring at her.

Christina coughs behind us, and the girl, Tris, blushes. I look down at my shoes, but after a bit I look back up, and I say, "Hi. I'm Four." Four was, is, and will always be my football jersey number. I decided that ever since I was little, because my jersey number was 4 when I started football, that I wanted to escape my past. Escape it at school, even if I couldn't escape it at home. I've never told anyone my real name.

"Tris," She replies. "Tris Prior."

She has waist-length golden hair, and her eyes are an icy blue, with hints of gray and silver. They hold all kinds of emotion. And no girl I have ever met has that. Her nose is thin and long, but I think it adds just enough balance to her features. She isn't pretty. Not hot. emHot/em is for shallow people. Tris, is not shallow. The only word for her is beautiful. Beautiful is a word only used for a deep, whole purpose, otherwise it isn't true.

She has on a shirt that says, "perfect boys only exist in books". She has on a black leather jacket, and converse. Casual, but it suits her nicely.

"So, guys," Zeke says, clearing his throat, "Let's go get our schedules."

Everyone says yes, but I just nod. I keep stealing glances at Tris, and our eyes meet once. She blushes and looks at the ground, but I just keep looking.

As we walk down towards the front desk, I see a flyer that says: "Annie the Musical: tryouts on Wednesday." I like to act, but I am kinda average at singing. I like plays. But I don't know what good characters are in there that I could try out for.

I notice the flyer catches Tris' eye, too. For a moment I could picture our hands intertwined, our lips connected.

Woah, slow down a bit, Tobias. You just met this girl. You don't even know her!/em My conscience scolds. emYou get to know her, then decide if she is worth it. Well, her eyes look worth it. I say to myself. Shut up! "You shut up!" Oh, God. Did I say that out loud? Tris looks at me like I'm weird. Then she starts bursting out laughing. "I was thinking the exact same thing to myself. I was gonna say it out loud, but I held back from it." She says in between gasps of air. Then I can't help it. I chuckle. I wonder what she's thinking that would make her say that. She is on the floor, so I help her up. I feel a shock. At first I think it's a electric shock, but my feelings get the best of me. It's something different. I wonder if she felt it.

We get our schedules. I look at mine and find:

Tobias Eaton

Grade 11

Homeroom: Mr. Max Sewald

Language Arts: Mr. Eric Foran (A/N: The name means 'descendant of a little, cold man' had to do this. HAD TO!)

Biology: Ms. Jeanine Matthews

Math: Mr. Jack Kang

Digital Citizenship (Q1): Mr. Severus Snape

Art (Q2): Ms. Johanna Reyes

Music/Chorus (Q3/4): Ms. Evelyn Johnson

P.E. Health (Q3/4): Mr. Max Sewald

1st Quarter:

1: Math

Block 2: Language Arts

Block 3: Digital Citizenship

Block 4: Science/Biology

Block 5: Lunch

Block 6: Enrichment- Chorus on Wed. and Fri., Private Saxophone Lessons on Mon., Full Band on Tues. and Thurs.

Block 7: Study Hall (w/ Homeroom teacher)

"I compare schedules with everyone. Tris, Christina, and Zeke have homeroom with me. I, Tris, and I have the most classes in common, Zeke being second, and Lynn being third.

"Guys! We should sooooo do the play this year!" Christina squeals. I am actually happy about that suggestion. Most of her suggestions are really naggng us to go

"Yeah," I say. "But it cannot turn out how it did last year." Everyone laughs, but Tris looks confused, so we explain to her how Zeke got the lead last year and got so nervous her said 'mew' every time he had a line. The audience were laughing their butts off, but the director, our music teacher, wasn't happy. I leave out the part where she is my dad's girlfriend. So, I get easy A's.

Tris starts to laugh when we show her the video of where Zeke had a romantic and poetic line he was supposed to say to declare his love to the girl (Shauna), but he ended up saying, "Mew, mew, mew. Mew mew, mew mew mew, mew. MEW!" And everyone started cracking up.

I say that I might audition to see what part I would get, but some other people want to audition for certain parts. Sometimes you have to want and earn certain things to get them, but sometimes you just have to wait for life to give them to you.

All in all, I think this year is going to be good.

No, great. Especially since there's the new girl.

Tris.