DIVERGENT HIGH (A tris prior story)

Chapter One

I got dressed in what seemed like pitch black. The only light that I had was the purple neon light from my old lava lamp on my drawer. I put on my
Turquoise bottom up shirt that was my favorite. Then put my long strawberry blonde hair into a ponytail.
Most people could look in the mirror too see if they look presentable but my faction is not allowed too.
The only time we are allowed to look in the mirror for more than 5 seconds is when you have to cut family members hair monthly.
I walked down the stairs Into the kitchen where my family was eating breakfast. For breakfast it is always the same thing which is: pancakes, bacon and or sometimes waffles.
I sit down and look at all their solemn faces. "Good morning dear." My mother said joyfully.
She seemed so convivial these past few day for a reason I don't know why.
It's suspicious.
"Could you pass the syrup?" My dad asked my mom.
"I shall." She passed it to him.
Why is mom so happy when every one else is so glum? I wonder.
Today is my first day of 11th grade.
It is my brother Caleb's first day of 10th grade. I was nervous a little but not so much because I knew it would pay me no good.
At school, my walk through the hallway was like a path through the jungle.
Before me and Caleb separated he grabbed my left arm.
"Have a nice day." He grinned.
"Thanks for trying to make me feel better." I grinned back.
When he let go of my arm and turned away I felt a shift of feelings.
I went from confident to
How am I going to survive?
I tried hard to push the thought out of my brain but it just kept bouncing back in. I got to homeroom and saw a black haired lady with a bun.
In abnegation ---
Which is the faction I am in-
In school too show that a teacher is new they hang a sign on the outside doorknob a fake piece of wood that says
"New" on it. I automatically noticed it when I put my hand on the doorknob to open it up.
I walked in and all the other students eyes rested on me.
How could I get that much attention just by walking in? I thought.
I looked down nervously and out of random found a open seat. I put down my things and put both my arms on the desk and stared at them.
"You there!" The teacher said loudly.
I still just sat there without looking up.
"I said you!" She said again. I stayed the same.
She sighed impatiently and heard her high heels clicking. The sound came more closer every time I toke a breath till I felt two arms lift my shoulders and head up. I realized the teacher was talking to me.
When she looked at me her look shifted. She held her mouth with her right hand and smoothed her fingers across my cheek and chin.
"My word. Do you know that you have the prettiest green eyes I've ever seen?"
"Thank you ma'am." I said politely.
"Your so pretty." She mumbled.
I barley heard her.
"What is your name?" She asked.
"Beatrice. But please, call me tris for short."
"Alright then, tris." She smiled then walked off.
"Now class let's talk about setting up your lockers."
I then rested my shoulders sitting up normally. I shifted my head to the right slightly with a weak smile on my face.
This first day didn't start off with such a bad start.