Tris
I take a deep breath and start to make my way up the stairs to my room. Luckily I'm sharing with Chris, so I don't need to worry about horrible roommates, but she does snore. I take my key and as soon as I open the door, a blur of a person launches at me and engulfs me in a huge bear hug. Christina, always gave the best hugs. "Oh my god Tris! I can't believe we're here, together. This is gonna be the best time of our lives." She squeals again and takes my bags into our room. For a first year, our room is pretty good. A little bathroom peaks around the corner, and we have a single bed, and a cupboard each. Also there are two desks, a music stand and a table. Christina already placed her keyboard in the corner on the table. Of course it won't be the one she practises on, but for her compositions and maybe for practising when she can't get a room in the main Juilliard building. I sigh and flop onto my bed. She scuttles next to me and we stare at the blank ceiling. "This is it Trissy,"she whispers. "We've been looking forward to this our whole lives." I turn to face her and smile. I remember when we were small back in Chicago, we would roll around the grass and dream about coming here to Juilliard. Some people said we were crazy like my teacher Ms Matthews. They said we would never be good enough, but we told them. "We showed them Chris," I mutter. She grins and faces me. "Yes we did! Come on, let's see what you brought then." She gestures at my luggage and I open it up cautiously, preparing for her look of shock. "Hmmm," she says. "Right, I thought you would grow out of your 'I don't care what I wear' attitude, but come on Tris! You didn't even bring that cute dress I bought you last week!" I blush, she doesn't know I stuffed it under everything else. "I'll have you know I did," I laugh and pull out a wrinkled dark blue dress with flowers trailing up the side and ¾ length sleeves. I secretly love it. "Ok good, but tomorrow we are going shopping!" I laugh and shove her back, "Only if you catch me first!" I sprint out of our room and down the corridor, other people not looking at us as they are unpacking and socialising. "Tris Prior, come back here! We need to unpack our stuff!" I smirk and carry on running until I hit into something hard. "Oww," I hold onto my nose and look up and see I ran into a guy. He looked down at me, and his eyes were a deep blue, like the ocean, and I was swimming in them, and they captured me. I suddenly realise I was staring and that I probably look like a mess, with my black tank top and sweat pants from the long journey, messy hair from running, and a red nose from running into his chest. He looks shocked, but slightly amused, "Hey, watch where you're going," he says quietly, with a playful tone to his voice. "Sorry," I mumble. I'm still mesmerised by him, his strong arms which held me from falling down, his toned muscles peeking from the hem of his black t-shirt, short brown hair and those eyes. I break away from my gaze as I hear someone behind me, looks like he did too. I blush furiously when I see Chris bending over in hysterics at my red nose, but no noise is coming out, this is her laugh. No noise comes out when she finds something so funny but she stands there kneeling over and clapping her hands.
"Er, is your friend okay?"
"Oh yeah… sorry she's…special," I mumble. Note to self-teach Chris how to laugh like a normal person. A voice comes from the distance, "Yo Four! Come on, the game's about to start! Why do you always walk away at times like this!?" This time he blushes and looks at his feet, "Sorry I've got to go." He turns and jogs down the corridor to a room and I look down but he doesn't leave my thoughts.