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Wearing His Jersey
Chapter Twenty-Six
Tris's P.O.V.
"Ugh! I'm so done with school." Uriah sulked his way through the hall, sighing and groaning about just about everything. I rolled my eyes at his newest complaint, before my eyebrows flew up to my hairline.
"'School?' Uriah, you always say you love school. What's the problem?" I saw a flicker of something unknown cross his eyes, before he went back to complaining.
"It's . . . way too long. And we have it all the time! Like, really, we need a break! We have it seven days a week, every day, for, like, four weeks, every month, for every year!"
"Um," I laughed. "We usually have it five days a week, and we have breaks, days off, and three months of Summer Vacation."
"Yeah, well, it feels like what I said," he whined.
"Okay, bud."
We walked into the lunch room, where Uriah told me we were all spending ninth period. The substitute had never taught this class and the teacher didn't leave notes, so we were told it'd be a study hall for today.
In there, I realized there was no one in the room.
"Where is everyone?" I asked.
"They must just be running a little late."
"Why do you look so nervous?"
"Nervous? I'm not nervous at all. You're just crazy. I told Zeke you belong in a mental hospital."
"Uriah!"
"Okay, sorry, yeah, no, but I'm not nervous."
"Mhmm." I turned to walk out, when I saw Four and Zeke drag a large pine tree into the room. I laughed. "Oh my goodness! What are you guys doing?" I paused. "Oh, no! You did not steal that from the Home Ec. room, right? This isn;t another one of your pranks or jokes? You could get expelled for that!" Zeke's smile fell slightly.
"We could?"
"Yes!" I shrieked. "Put it back!"
"Just kidding," Zeke laughed. "That tree is perfectly safe."
"Then what are you two doing?" I sighed. Zeke passed a look to Four, who was quick to explain.
"The principal asked us to do this. they're decorating the cafeteria for the holidays this year. He wants a tree and lights in here."
"It's early November. Wouldn't he wait a little while?"
"Why?"
"I don't know. I'm just not used to having Christmas trees out so soon; I usually don't see any until December."
"I can understand that."
"Where is everyone else?" I asked again.
"Oh, while we were in the office, I heard the teacher talking to the principal. He said that they'd just be having the study hall in the auditorium so we could set up in here."
"I don't get why it's not just in the classroom or gymnasium."
"They can't find the spare keys." I nodded.
"We're supposed to be there, then!" I exclaimed, grabbing onto Uriah's arm and dragging him toward the door.
"No, no! You're fine. I asked if you two could stay to help us. In fact, Tris, can you run downstairs and grab the lights from the office?"
"Sure," I shrugged, and turned from the boys, heading out the door. "Be back in a minute," I called.
I heard a chorus of 'okay's.
I headed down the hall and descended a coupe staircases until I reached the second floor. I wonder how the boys got the tree from the doors down by the office to upstairs so quick.
"Hi," I greeted the secretaries as I stepped into the office. They smiled at me and asked what I needed. "I'm looking for the lights to decorate the cafeteria," I said. One of them looked confused, while the other jumped in.
"They're right over there, hon!" She gestured to the table over against the wall. I nodded a thanks and took the cardboard boxes, stacking the two on top of one another and headed out the door. I headed up the stairs and into the cafeteria, where I set the boxes down on one of the tables and turned to the boys. I gasped.
"How did you get so much done already?"
"We work quick. We've got a lot to do," Four said. They already had the tree set up in the middle of the cafeteria and I assumed Uriah had gone to get a couple packages of paper, some markers, and a scissors. He was already tracing snowflakes and gingerbread people on the paper. I headed over and sat down by him. Four and Zeke were sitting across from us cutting out the traced shapes.
"So what are we cutting these out for?" I grabbed a tracer in the shape of an ornament.
"These go on the tree. I have a list of names and descriptions of kids in the hospital upstate, and we're writing them on the papers. People can take them and purchase gifts for the kids. Then, the week before break, the teachers take the ones that aren't been taken off the tree yet and do those ones, and the day before break, the gifts are collected and brought down to the hospital."
"That's so sweet!" I said. "I'll be taking some home, so just make a small pile for me."
"Will do," Four smiled. We talked and laughed, tracing and cutting out different shapes. When the bell rang, we hadn't even finished tracing all the ones we needed.
"I'll stay after if you guys will," Uriah shrugged. I nodded and pulled out my hone to text my mom that I'd be home late.
"And I can bring you guys home," Four said.
"Okay, thanks," I smiled.
"No problem," he grinned.
When we finished tracing and cutting, Four pulled the list of kids to the middle of the table, and we began writing. I grabbed a snowflake.
"I've got one through twenty," Zeke began. "Uri, you take twenty~one to forty, Tris: forty~one to sixty, and Four: sixty~one through eighty." We all nodded and began working. I looked at number forty~one and smiled.
Beatrice I wrote I neatly on the front and flipped it over, writing: four~year~old female; I set that down to my right as the starter of a pile. I wrote the next one for a fourteen~year~old boy named Jonathan, three~year~old Mattew, and more. I'd just finished the 'e' in 'Brittanie' when there was a gingerbread man tossed into my pile. I looked up to see a nervously smiling Four. I smiled back and picked up the paper, which had both our names scribbled on the front. I flipped it over.
Will you go to the dance with me?