Today we go back to school. I crawl out of bed, and turn my radio on, my new Christmas album blasting through the speakers, playing music through my whole room.
I dance over to my closet, putting on ripped short blue jean shorts, a black tank top, and a black leather jacket with chains On the shoulders. I put on my black nikes, and put on dark red lipstick. I add mascara, and cat eye eyeliner. I curl my hair, then brush it out, giving it a wave look. I look at myself in the mirror, adding some anklets, a charm bracelet from Tobias, a ring I got from my mom, and golden arrow dangly earrings.
I run down the stairs, grabbing my backpack and phone on the way down, my legs burning from all the floors I had to go down, and when I reach the bottom my breathing is a bit heavy.
I walk to the kitchen, and grab a muffin off the counter, and begin eating it, checking my phone. I smile, thinking of an idea.
I go on my Twitter, and tweet, 'Can't wait to go to school today!' I post it, and my feed blows up. I go to Instagram, and do the same, along with snapchat. I look at the clock, and it reads 7:10. Shit. School starts in 15 minutes. Caleb undoubtedly left by now. I hop in my jeep, and take off down the driveway.
When I arrive at school, the gang is hanging around my normal parking spot.
"Tris! Your hair.." Christina announces
"I didn't wear the wig, I know." I hop out, and people start staring and pointing.
"I like how people notice now." Will smirks.
"You knew?!" They all Shriek.
"Like a few days before you guys." I chuckle. Tobias wraps his arm around my waist, and I kiss him, the group yelling something about PDA.
"I ship it." Christina mutters.
Two months later
Tobias and I had been dating for two and a half months, and I was excited to give him a gift for our two and a half anniversary. I know. Specifics.
I skipped off to his locker after school, and found him at his locker, but it wasn't open...
I walked over and saw Nita and him kissing. I shrieked, and dropped the gift, everyone stopping what they were doin and looking at us. They pulled apart, and Tobias looked at me in shock.
"Tris! It's not-"
"Save it, Four!" I yell, my voice booming off the walls. "Tris, please-" I could feel the tears in my eyes, fixing to spill. I shake my head in response.
I turn on my heel, and run off, people forming a path for me. I ran to my car, and sped off, seeing Tobias collapse to his knees on the steps of the school. I pulled over at a dirt path next to the woods. No one would find me here. I grabbed my notebook, a pencil, and my phone and started walking.
I stopped at a picnic table next to a cliff, and sat down on the table, and sat there. Tears streamed down my face, and onto the blank paper. Then they flowed out of me. Tears spilled as my hand moved, the paper filling with words.
I felt a bit better when I finished. I wrote two new songs. Whenever I feel upset, I write, creativity flowing out with tears. I looked at one of the papers, and began singing the lyrics.
"Your little brother never tells you but he loves you so,
You said your mother only smiled on her T.V. Show,
You're only happy when your sorry head is filled with dough,
I hope you make it to the day you're 28 years old,
You're dripping like a saturated sunlight,
You're spilling like an overflowing sink,
You ripped at every edge, but you're a masterpiece,
And now you're tearing through the pages and the ink,
Everyone is blue,
His pills,
His hands,
His jeans,
And now I'm covered in the colors,
pull apart at the seams,
And it's blue,
And it's blue,
Everything is grey,
His hair,
His smoke,
his dream.." I sigh deeply. Teas prick my eyes thinking about Tobias. I mean four. Never again shall I call him Tobias. I look at the next song.
"Tris?" I turn around and see Christina standing there. He'd black hair glistens in the light, water dripping off of it, "I took a shower after gym. Came as soon as I heard."
"How did you know where to find me?" I ask, looking at the lake.
"This is your happy place. I remember I saying it once," she replies.
"Glad you don't know what I like just because of my songs," I sob, wiping a tear away.
"Tris, I became your friend because i like you for you. I didn't even know who you were when we first met, and look at us now. Besties."
I smile, "you always know what to say, but I never know if you're lying of not."
"I grew up telling the truth, Tris. This is the truth. I would go under a truth serum for you, just to see if I'm lying," I smile faintly.
"I don't know what I'd do without you, Chris."
"Neither do I," she hugs me, and we sit there, the waves breaking crashing to shore while the sun shines brightly above us.
Little did I know, this was only the start of bad things.
