I enter the two giant doors and look around. So many people are talking in groups. Will I fit in any of them?

Yes. It will most likely be a support group. They didn't have those at my old school. Which I thought was terrible. I needed help. I need it.

I fall out of my daze when somebody rams my shoulder as they walk past me. They don't even look twice. Great. I take a step into the main hall, and see hundreds of lockers.

Maybe one of these people can be my friend? Please? I walk to my locker, number 33. I open it up, and place a few books in there. I feel a tap on my shoulder, and I immediately turn around.

My vision doesn't focus when I hear, "Hello! I'm Christina! Are you new? I can show you my friends. They-" I cut her off.

"Oh um okay thanks." I say shyly, closing my locker and looking down. She nods her head cheerfully, grabs my wrist, and pulls me to a group of people.

Sky blue eyes? Nope. Not on any of them.

"So... what's your name? Like I said, I'm Christina. This is Marlene, Shauna, Zeke, Lynn, Will, and Uriah." Christina says, while pointing to people. I'm about to speak when she says, "There is one more person, named Four, but he isn't here right now. I think he's sick."

I nod my head in response. I'm guessing they aren't friends with Tobias.

"My name's Tris."