The cool late summer breeze whips my hair through the air as I walk to school. Snow Preparatory Academy is supposedly the finest prep school in the States, so obviously my brother Caleb and I just have to attend until we graduate.
Caleb couldn't be more overjoyed to be enrolled in Snow Prep, me on the other hand...not so much. I actually enjoyed public school, which to some people is shocking. I had good friends, good grades, a good life. But of course the classes weren't hard enough for Caleb, and since I had about the same GPA as my brother, my parents decided to transfer the both of us.
I'm so nervous about being the new girl. For the past eleven years I've had the same classmates throughout elementary and middle school. Now I'm starting my Junior year of high school with a bunch of strangers instead of my friends.
"Hurry up Beatrice," Caleb is walking a few feet in front of me, giving me an amazing view of the back of his oversized head.
"I told you to call me Tris." I grumble. I walk behind him for a bit longer, lost in my own thoughts, until we arrive at hell.
Clumps of teenagers crowd the halls, some dressed in pink and white, others dressed in full on black. A few people stare at me and my brother as we walk through the crowded hallway, trying to find the front office (which for some reason wasn't in the front).
As we stumble through the hall, I notice a boy leaning against one of the metal lockers looking me up and down. His group of friends were laughing loudly, but the boys eyes stayed trained on me. His brilliant blue eyes study me as if I was some kind of spectacular being.
"Hey Four!" Someone calls down the hall and the boy, Four, snaps his attention to the voice. I shake my head, this Four person couldn't have been staring at me.
A teenage girl walks over to my brother, her messy blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. "You must be the new kids," She says bluntly. Caleb nods in response.
"I'm Caleb Prior and this is my little sister Beatrice."
"It's just Tris..." I grumble, rolling my eyes at my bother's politeness.
"I'm Annabeth Chase, and I'll be showing you two around Snow Prep. Now follow me," Annabeth motions for us to follow her down the hall through the mob of teens. I guess she's the type of person who likes to get straight to the point.
"'Sup Katnip," I turn around quickly and smile at the sight of my best friend Gale. I haven't seen him since he and his family left for Australia at the start of the summer.
"Hey loser," I joke, hugging him. "I missed you."
"I know," Gale chuckles. Gale and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember. I've never been one of those girls who goes to the mall every weekend and drinks Starbucks daily. I'm more of a tomboy, I like to fight for myself.
After our reunion, Gale and I start to compare schedules. Out of the corner of my eye I spot Peeta Mellark talking with his popular friends, laughing and seemingly having a good time. I swear for a split second he glances over at me, looking me up and down, but that could just be my imagination.
"Hey Everdeen, did you hear me?" Gale says, damping me back to reality. My reaction must answer his question because before I can answer, her speaks. "We have three classes together."
"Cool," I say. "Did you hear about the new kids?"
"Yep, heard they both transferred from public school 'cause their parents are real snobs." I roll my eyes at his ridiculous rumor.
"Gale, everyone who goes to Snow has stuck up parents, except for us." Gale gives me a knowing look. Both him and I are on a scholarship to attend here since both of our mother's are lower middle class workers.
Before our conversation can continue, the warning bell rings signaling we have four more minuets to get to class. As I walk the hallways without Gale by my side, I can't help but think of two things: Peeta Mellark's curious eyes and how nice it would be to hang out with a girl for a change.
"Frick," I mutter as the final bell rings, signaling it's time for class to start. I hope Mrs. Flan is okay with her student being a bit late on the first day. When I open the door, all eyes fall on me.
"You must be Miss. Fray, so nice of you to join us," Mrs. Flan says crudely. "You will be sitting next to Mr. Wayland and Miss. Everdeen." I nod and hurry to my seat. I notice there is a new girl sitting in the middle row next to Isabella. She must be that Beatrice Prior almost everyone was talking about before school let out at the end of last year.
As I take my seat, the blond boy next to me turns his head, but doesn't look at me. "Nice going," He mutters. I roll my eyes and chose to ignore him, but not the slight sexiness in his voice...