Chapter 1

TRIS POV.

I slide into my seat at an empty lunch table. Sigh. Ever since the Pretzel incident, no wants to be seen with me.

Sigh. High School sucks. I can't wait to get to college and be a whole new person.

Peter, famous school jerk, sneers at me as he walks by. I narrow my eyes, but that doesn't seem to do much. "Careful Prior. Do that too much and you'll become Asian." His also nasty friend Eric laughs like it was said by Kevin Hart.

I just sigh and shovel my sloppy joe into my mouth. I glance over at the popular kid table. At the the table sit Christina, Will, Uriah, Four, Zeke, Marlene and Shauna. A freshman, Lynn, hovers around their table, trying to get in on their conversation. Eventually she gives up and sits at a table with four giggling blond girls. I watch as Christina mutters something and gets up and heads in the direction of the bathroom.

I see Eric watching her, (also sneaking looks at her body parts) then lean across the table and whisper something to Peter.

"Dude! She's totally hot, but let's go lock her in the bathroom! I stole the keys from the janitor a week ago." Peter says.

Eric nods, and they get up and follow Christina.

Peter fumbles in his jacket pocket for the keys, while Eric rambles on about how hot Christina is. "Pete, man! She is HOT! I'm not even kidding. I want to ask her out." Eric suggests.

Peter rolls his eyes. "A girl with a body like that? Ha fat chance and plus she holds hands with Will."

Eric grumbles something under his breath while Peter shoves the key in its lock and locks it. Eric motions for them to go away from the door.

Minutes later I see Will asking Zeke how long Christina's taking.

Then suddenly, the fire alarm rings.

Oh shoot!

Christina's still in there!

I run to the janitors closet, but then I see fire down the hallway!

"Ahhh!" I scream when a flames snaps at my skin. Oh no. The fire's traveling fast. Christina bangs on the door.

Mr. Glavesky, the hall monitor, barks at me. "Beatrice! Get away from there! Out the door with your class mates! Hurry!"

I shake my head, and tears prick up at the corners of my eyes. I turn and run to the restroom, the doors shaking with Christina's pounding.

"HELP! HELP ME!" She's screaming.

I shriek as another flame snaps at my shins. I scream, then punch at the door. I shriek again as burns collect on my legs.

I'm all surrounded in fire.

When I finally manage to kick down the door, my legs are blackened.

"TRIS! Oh thank god! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" Christina sees my legs and yelps. "CHRISTINA ,WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE!' I yell as loud as I can of the sound of flames engulfing tables.

"AGHGHGH! Tris help!" Her jeans are on fire. I rip off my shirt and swat at her legs with it. Luckily, the flames disappear. Her legs are identical to mine, and she is in much more pain than I am.

I hoist her over my shoulders and run straight into the fire.

It burns and I swear I can't do it anymore but I still run. I run.

I swear, seconds seem to pass in slow motion, Christina in my arms, my scorched legs stumbling as fast as I can, my singed hair whipping. I slam against the door as hard as I can and it falls down, dented.

I run and run until I reach the rest of the class outside on a field. I can't feel my burnt legs anymore and I drop Christina. I fall on the ground and-

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