Tris
My fault... My fault... My fault...
That's the one thing swirling around my mind.
"Hey,"
I scrub my eyes and face my head down.
"Are you okay?" The voice asks.
"Just dandy," I spit out. I peak over my shoulder and see Christina, standing with furrowed eyebrows.
"You don't look fine," She says, she crouches next to me and reaches out a hand to comfort me.
I slap her hand away and push her off balance. She lands in a patch of mud, gasping at her ruined dress.
"I said just dandy," I hiss. I hobble over to my wheelchair and wheel myself back into the building, not bothering to look back.
I roll through the halls carefullyavoiding everybody, and find a bathroom, in which I lock myself in.
I realease the remaining part of the guitar onto my lap. The wood smooth and polished, the same neck I've held for 5 years. The strings I've learnt to play, still attached. I can't just throw it all away, it'd be a waste for my parents.
I sigh, dragging out the released breath. I pick the piece up and start unwinding the six strings, each of them still intact. I carefully coil them individually and secure them with hair elastics I found in the cupboard. Not caring who they belong to.
Once I've done, I hide the coiled strings under my vest, wheeling out as if nothing happened. I dispose of the remaining piece just as I'm outside the door. I don't care who finds it, or the lecture I'll get for making a mess.
Great start Tris...
I play it low for the next few hours. Eavesdropping on conversations every now and again. Everyone's talking about the 'new girl' and how they think Inesa was just playing a joke on them, just because they haven't seen her thisparticularconversation,
I barge into the room intruding.
"Interesting story," I say,"Or maybe it's because I hate all of you,"
They all look at me with stunned faces. I burst out laughing, retreating from what I think is the TV room.
"And your all ugly," I chuckle, at their expressions as if I'd gone mental. So much for making friends.
I carry on dawdling around the place a while longer. Time moves so slow around here.
"New kid huh?"
I turn to look at a girl a few months older than me, with mousy, brown dip-dyed a bright red and hazel eyes.
"What's it to you?" I respond a little harshly.
"Hey," She says in mock defence, her hand in the air,"I'm a newbie too,"
"I never heard about another new kid,"
"That may be because I came a couple days ago," She says,"Anyway what's your name?"
"Didn't whoever runs this place tell you?"
"Probably. I didn't listen though," She responds,"Now, what's your name?"
"What's yours?"
"I asked first,"
I sigh, giving in,"Tris Prior,"
"Lynn Penski," She spits on her hand and sticks it out to me.
I spit in my own and shake,"Pleasure meeting ya," I smirk.
Then there is a call signifying dinner.
"Hey, could you push?" I ask,"My arms are killing me,"
"Sure," She puts her hands on the bars,and prepares to push.
"Love your hair by the way," I comment.
"I know," She says, before propelling off.
I laugh along with her, as we speed down the hallway, with her hanging onto the back of the wheelchair. Perhaps it won't be so bad.
Was busy enjoying my luxurious week off school. Sorry :) Only 2 more days till we go back. I may cry.
~MusicBooksAndPassion X