Learning to Let Them In | Fourtris

Chapter 6

Tris POV

Mrs. Matthews looks surprised when I point to Dauntless. I guess she must just be surprised that I picked the "ruthless" faction, instead of a selfless or smart one. I thought about Erudite, I really did, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I needed to be in Dauntless.

Mrs. Matthews wipes the look of initial and utter confusion look off her face. I can see her eyes are dark with hatred….why would she hate me? Did I so something wrong? I only picked Dauntless….she clears her throat, making me snap out of my thoughts. Ya…this happens way too often. I'm going to have to fix that.

"Ok then, Tris. Are you sure you want to be a Dauntless? You have great potential to become an Erudite, you know…" Mrs. Matthews says. I don't know why she is saying this…why is she trying to get me to be an Erudite? I want to be Dauntless…that's what I picked! Why does she look surprised to see me choose Dauntless!?

Then it hits me. She doesn't think I'm strong enough to make it in Dauntless. Usually, I would agree with her, but since I don't like her, I'm going to prove her wrong. I WILL make it into Dauntless. I WILL prove her wrong.

I look her in the eyes, making sure my eyes look angry and without a trace of doubt in them, and vigorously nod my head yes. She looks surprised that someone as small as me can have that much ferociousness inside her. "Oh, Mrs. Matthews," I think, "You haven't seen ANYTHING yet."

I continue to glare at her until she gets the message. She clears her throat again. Man, how many times does this woman clear her throat in a day? I'd like to know. She looks at me and says, "Ok, Tris. I'll enter you in as Dauntless in our computer."

I watch as she furiously types away at a keyboard. She types so fast, I can barely register what she's doing. All I see are blurry fingers….they don't stay still for very long, before they move to a different key. Pretty soon, she stops.

"Ok. That is taken care of. You are now an official Dauntless." Mrs. Matthews says. Thank goodness. I thought I would be stuck here for hours before I would be able to get to class. The bell has already rang twice. One for the end of class bell, and one for the tardy bell. I'm excused of course, but I still want to get away from this lady. She is sort of creeping me out. "Ok. I have printed off your schedule. Would you like it now or at the conclusion of this meeting?" Mrs. Matthews asks. I hold up two fingers. "Later?" Mrs. Matthews asks. I nod my head yes.

I don't want another thing I just have to keep track of until I absolutely have to. Especially if it's for school.

"Ok. Well, I guess that I will review some of the rules with you that apply to Dauntless. If that's alright with you of course." Mrs. Matthews says. She looks at me with an expectant look. Well, might as well get it over with now. It's not like I'm going to listen anyways. I slightly nod. Mrs. Matthews starts her blabbering. "Ok! Well, some of the most important rules are…" I tune out right there. I have better things to think about than to listen to her blabber about some stupid rules. I doubt I'll even follow half of them.

I pretend I'm listening by nodding my head every so often. I put my head in my hands and suddenly wish that I could sleep with my eyes open. If I could, that's what I would be doing right now.

I tune back in when I hear Mrs. Matthews say, "And I think we are done discussing the rules. Any questions Tris?" I shake my head. If I would listen I would probably have a bunch, but I don't want to listen, let alone ask any questions I might have had. So I shake my head no. "Ok, then Tris. I think we are pretty much done here. Would you like your schedule now?" she asks. I nod my head this time.

I need it if it is the end of the meeting. Why would she ask? She knows that I need it. She even said that I needed it at the end of the meeting! Ugh. I think too much.