I woke up to the bang of two pots being smashed together.

Bang, bang, bang

"Wakey, Wakey!" went a voice way to cheerful to be woken up to in the morning.

I stuck my middle finger up and put the pillow over my head.

A barely audible gasp escaped from the person, or people.

"Let's go get Susan." murmured one.

"Yea Susan." agreed another voice.

As soon as they had exited, I heaved a sigh of relief.

I was safe.

I woke up to a flash light being shined on my eyes.

"Wake up! We volunteered for breakfast duty this morning." Susan's annoyed voice went.

I debated upon sticking up my middle finger again.

"wake up!" Susan repeated, pulling me out of the bed.

I let out a low, irritated groan.

"I'm up, I'm up." I growled.

Susan's voice changed to cheerful. "I picked out your outfit for you! I checked your size!"

"Yea." I grumbled, "that's not creepy at all."

It was gray.

A disgusting, barfy gray.

"No way am I wearing this." I snapped, pushing the ugliness away.

Susan knit her lips together, giving me a pity filled smile.

"You have to. And this." she handed me a shower cap.

I stared at her.

"I'm not wearing a shower cap."

Susan smiled. "Do you want your hair to be cut?" she motioned towards her badly done Pixie cut.

I shuddered. "No."

She handed me the shower cap.

"Here's your lunch. Have a nice day." I grumbled, handing the Erudite boy his breakfast.

Susan turned to glare at me.

"Try to at least sound happy, and smile." she whispered.

I managed to grimace at the next person I handed breakfast to. "Have a nice day. Take your stupid breakfast."

Susan sighed. "Just go sit down. But your doing it tomorrow, Tris."

I practically ran over to the lunch tables, relieved.

One of the most complicated things about High school Is finding a seat at mealtime.

Carrying my breakfast in my hands, I walked past the Amity table, looking at Chassity from the corner of my eyes. Who knows, maybe she'd invite me over. But she ignored me.

I continued past the Erudite table, avoiding eye contact.

Past the Abnegation table, in spite of their reluctant waves for me to come over.

Past the Candor table a bit reluctantly as I searched for the girl that had waved me over.

I stopped at the Dauntless table as Eric, the boy from yesterday waved me over.

I smiled a bit shyly as I sat beside a guy with dark skin.

Eric shot me a grin. "Hey, Stiff."

I stiffened.

Had he really just called me a stiff, whatever that was?

The dark guy smiled at me.

"It's the nickname for people from Abnegation." he informed me.

I nodded.

Tobias Tapped me on the shoulder, and I turned, relieved to see his previous rage was forgotten.

"You look good in gray, Tris."

A blush darkened my cheeks at the compliment, and the waY his eyes shined while he said it.

"Thanks." I mumbled.

Eric frowned. "interested in coming to the tattoo parlor after school?" he asked.

"I thought we couldn't leave campus.." I trailed off, staring at him questioningly.

A few of the Dauntless exchanged smiles.

"We have our ways." Eric said.

Marlene let out a groan.

"Abnegation kids can't get tattoos, Eric." she pouted. "you know that."

Eric shrugged. "She won't be abnegation for long then."

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