Tris's P.O.V.
"TRIS! WAKE UP!" I hear my brother, Caleb, yell, "You're going to be late for your first day of school!"
"Okay," I drowsily reply back.
I slowly climb out from under my warm, floral covers. I walk into my large closet and slip on a black, tie-up cropped hoodie. Then, I put on black, high-waisted leggings and my sequin, high top converse.
After getting dressed, I head into my bathroom to brush my hair and teeth. Then, I put on some foundation, blush, and mascara.
As I'm walking down the stairs, the amazing aroma of bacon flys up and hits me in the face. I rush down and step into our large kitchen and sit at the island. My mom hands me a plate of bacon, eggs, and a waffle while giving me a kiss on the top of my head. She tells me good morning and goes back to cooking. She always cooks breakfast for us, even though we have a private chef.
When I finish eating, I run up to my bedroom to grab my backpack. Then, I go downstairs and into the garage. I get into my shiny, black Porsche, pull out of the driveway and head to school. When I get there, I walk into the office to get my schedule and locker number. The receptionist, Tori, says that I have to turn in the combination I decide on by the end of the day. As I walk out of the office, I start scanning the locker numbers, trying to find which one is mine. I look at my schedule when I get close to the area of my locker. I hit something hard and am knocked to the ground. I look into some beautiful, ocean blue eyes, and am automatically mesmerised. I realize I have been staring and quickly get up, saying I'm sorry.
The guy I ran into says, "Hey, are you new here?"
I nod because I don't think I can talk, he is so hot!
He offers to show me around and I accept. He says his name is Four. It's kind of weird, but with those eyes, who cares? His locker is right next to mine, and while I'm setting my combination, he scans my schedule.
"Good news, we have the same schedule!" Four exclaimed.
Our first class, math, starts soon, so I grab my math book and let Four lead me to math. He tells me math is boring, but, luckily, the class is only 30 minutes long.
We walk into class just before the bell rings, and take the last two seats, in the back of the room. Four is on my right, and a pretty girl is on my left. She has dark brown hair and beautiful, tan skin.
While Mrs. Matthews is talking, she passes me a note. The note reads, "Hi! My name's Christina you look nice and seem to have met my friend, 4. Sit by me at lunch?" I sloppily reply, "Sure" and pass it back. She asks what my name is next, and I tell her. She tells me that we are going to be best friends, and although I doubt it, it will be useful to have someone today.