Dauntless High

First Days.

Six POV
I hate this. First days. I hate 'em. Every year, we move. This time, we stick. If I'm lucky, I'll go unnoticed.

I throw on black jeans with tears in the knees and white converse. I grab a black crop top and hoodie. I pull my hair out of my messy bun, letting my brown waves flow. I grab an old black beanie and cover up my bed head. I pick up the first bag I see and throw all of my books and things in it. I have a drawer specified for my glasses. I grab my favorite black-framed ones and put them on. I start to walk out the door, when Caleb yells for me. Mom and Dad have already left for work.

"Want a ride, lil' sis?" He's three years older than me. He enrolled in a college down here two years ago. Dad decided to move here, so Caleb could have a place to stay, besides the dorms.

"Nope," I say, grabbing my keys and slamming the door. I can almost feel his sigh of disappointment in me. I don't care. I get in my black Lexus and set my phone on it's dashboard stand. I set the GPS for my school, which is 10 minutes away. As I pull out of my driveway, I see a group of people getting into a car, next door. They are all laughing and smiling. Those people will be a great example of people I avoid, I think to myself.

I get to the school and study the buildings, before I enter. There is a large front building that blocks many buildings behind it. A sign reads, Dauntless County High School. I translate it to, 2 years of torture. Beside the front building, I see a smaller building with brick walls. People walk in and out, holding instruments and musical equipment. I assume that's the arts center. I will probably spend 90% of my high school time in there.

I walk into the front building. A table sits at the entry doors with maps on it. I grab one and open it up. I look for a green line that leads to the office. I head in that direction, as I pass the group of people that I saw next door. They don't notice me. Just the way I like it.

I see a nice lady sitting at the front desk. She has long black hair and a friendly face. Her name tag reads, Wu, Tori.

"Ms. Wu?" I ask.

"Please. Call me Ms.Tori. How can I help you? I don't recognize you from the freshman introduction tour."

"No. I'm a junior. Just moved her from basically the rest of the country. I'm Six Prior."

"Six? Interesting name."

"Don't worry. My parents aren't insane. I had it legally changed." She smiles.

"Well, then. Welcome, Six. I assume you need your schedule." She hands me a piece of paper with every class printed on it:

1. Algebra (B2)
2. Musical Performance and Education (C4)
3. World History (A6)
4. English Literature (D8)
5. Earth Science (B3)
6. Choral Student Group (A4)

"You should find each class on the map by unit. Don't look for 'Earth Science'. Look for 'B3'. Anything else?" I shake my head and smile. I quickly leave to find my locker. I saw it on the paper, somewhere. It's Locker #163.

I quickly find it and spend a minute figuring out my code. I'm used to making the adjustment. I see a tall boy with short brown hair and black clothing standing next to me. He has extremely muscular arms that block his face from my sight. He's opening his locker- #164. I turn back to mine and open it up. I search my bag for the books that I don't need.

"Hey, Glasses." I turn to see the tall boy looking at me.

"It's Six." He laughs. "Go ahead. Laugh at the number name."

"No. It's just that my name is Four." I look at him with zero expression, showing that I have absolutely no care in the world. "But I think you have the wrong locker. You see? This is the juniors section."

"I am a junior."

"Oh, sorry. I thought you were a freshman. It's just that I've never seen you here before."

"Yes. That's because I'm the invisible woman, and I recently lost my magical abilities," I say sarcastically. I slam my locker and walk to my first class.

1 staircase and 7 doors later, I find room B2. Algebra. The teacher stands at the door giving everyone an index card, as they walk in. She hands me mine.

"Look for the desk with that number written on it," she says. I look at the card and see the number 16. Of course, Four is at desk number 17. It sure is a lucky day for Six.

"Well if it isn't the invisible woman!" Four has a smirk on his face. "So where are you really from, number girl?"

"Number girl? That's a new one. Very original," I say sarcastically. I already know that I despise him. "I'm from everywhere. 'Never stop moving' seems to be my family motto."

"You look familiar."

"I strongly doubt it, number boy."

"No. No. I do. You are the girl who bought the house next to mine! Yeah! I saw you leave this morning."

"Number boy, I believe you are stalking me." He rolls his eyes.

"Well," he says, "you better get used to me. I'm your new neighbor."

"Ooh! What a treat," I say sarcastically. I'd take a language but I'm already bilingual. Sarcasm being my native tongue.

"What's your schedule?" I give him a glare.

"I suppose you stop talking before your tongue falls off. It would be a shame." The sarcasm builds. He shrugs and looks at the paper on my desk. He snatches it.

"Hey!" He reads my schedule.

"Lucky you," he says. "We have every class together."

"What a joy." I don't think I have to mention that this was sarcasm.

We sit through all of Algebra. The teacher just goes on and on about what we will be covering this year. I just focus on the paper that I snatched back from Four. I know that this will be a long two years.
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