Episode 1

"Oh no, I'm late again", a young girl in her early eighteens, having a frustrated look on and hurriedly getting up from the bed said. Her room was the opposite of what a girl's room was supposed to look like. It was a typical tomboy's room,with swimming trunk and posters of swimming champions. On the table beside her bed were six medals. Her bed was close to the window,so the sun filtered onto the bed, shades of sun on the cream colored bedsheet. There was a rack near the wardrobe, which served several purposes. On the rack were several sneakers and shoes,but just one heel. Then,the other spaces consisted of toys; soldier toys, gun toys,and masculine toy.

"Tris! Your principal is going to roast you alive today!"her mother shouted from the kitchen. "I know,right?! I just want to drown in this water so I won't burn!" Her mother chuckled softly,"You still have the nerves to joke, punk!" Tris laughed hard and loud. Then she came out, wrapping her hair in a towel. She had another towel tied around her body. She looked up at the wall clock. The time was against her. "Shit",she growled under her breath .St Augustine's highschool was known for Its order and time sensitiveness. Their assembly time started by eight'o clock everyday and during that time, seniors get to hangout with their friends,to gossip, using the innocent junior students who made a long line at the front as a mask. The school had naughty students,with several of the girls having cliques. The boys weren't any different. They were bullies and mafias. The school's ambition was to create positive students, but most of their students were opposite.

"Mom, I'm done!",Tris called from her room. She was in front of the mirror. She adjusted her blue colored uniform skirt. She hated how other girls wore theirs, pretty much above their calves. She buttoned up the last three buttons of her white shirt. Then she let loose her already dried,jet black hair. She had a fringe on,after her mother told her to work on her feminine profile. She hurriedly ran a comb through the hair and looked at herself in the mirror again,before hissing off. "Tris",her mother called , already in the room now. She was like a replica of her mother,same jet-black hair,brown eyeballs and very light and fluffy skin. They were both slim,but her mother was larger than her.

"Dressed already too?",she looked back to her mother,who was wearing a black,outdated suit. Tris bit her lower lip sadly."Mum, I'm going to use my next wages to buy you a new suit. I don't like this one anymore",she said. "Hmm",her mom said. "Care to follow me to school to see my principal? She has been asking after you"

"I guess I have to be ten minutes late today, then"

"Thanks,mum",Tris said. Her mother smiled sadly

"I made some food for you...." Tris cut her mother off by hugging her . Her mother was a perfect example of what single mothers face and she hated it. "I'm sorry, mum. I am so incapable", Tris said. Her mother caressed her head,"I've never thought of you that way, Tris"

"I know I am",she said

"Alright, it's late now. Let's head out", her mum said, cutting off the conversation and releasing her

Tris reached for her off-white Nike shoes and her back pack of the same brand and color. Her socks were ankled,a pair that St Augustine's didn't allow,but she was adamant that she kept wearing it,even after the principal complained.