Divergent

Chapter 1

My back aches as I sprint around the track. There's no one else here but me. I usually stay after school, it helps when I'm in a bad mood. Finally I come to a halt and go into the dressing room. I quickly change into a pair of shorts and a tank top, then tie my hair in a loose bun. I gather my car keys and bag then make my way to the empty parking lot.

By the time I get home it's eight pm and I have a dozen calls from my parents. My brother, Caleb, texted me at least a hundred times. I pull up to my small house. It might as well have a white picket fence, to everyone else we seem like the perfect family. We honestly are, but we do have our ups and downs. When I try to unlock the door I frown, it's already open. I slowly push it open enough for me to walk in. The house is silent to the pint where I can hear a pin drop.

"Mom? Dad?" I call.
"Caleb?" I call and make my way to the kitchen where my mom usually is preparing dinner. The cabinets are usually bright white, but now they're smeared with thick red blood. My mind goes into overdrive and I rush behind the counter.

"Oh my god! Mom?!" I scream and fall to the ground. Tears well in my eyes and a sob escapes my mouth.

"Mom! Wake up!" I scream and shake her limp body. Her stomach is covered in blood and her face is pale white.

"Dad?! Dad?!" I scream down the hallway. I rush to his office and find him with his head on the desk. He too, is limp and white. A sob escapes my mouth and i grab the phone. I dial nine one one and an operator answers.

"I-i-i think I just found my family dead." I stutter out.
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*Two Days Later*
Tears escape my eyes and I shuffle through my room. Once I'm done packing all of my clothes I move on to my desk. The minute I open it I see a pile of letters. I frown in confusion and I pick it up. I rip the first one open and my heart begins throbbing. Its my parents hand writing.

Dear Tris,
I know you have so many questions. Im sorry that your dad and I left you like this. We had no choice. The people that killed us are going to go after you and your brother. Get out of Chicago, find Myra Wilson. She's the head of the FBI headquarters, she can help you. The rest of the letters attached are not to be read. They're each labeled for when you can open them... when you find the one, get married, have my first grandchild. And every step stone in between. We love you Tris, and we'll be watching out for you.
Mom and dad." My eyes begin watering and a sob escapes my mouth.
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*One Week Later*

"Beatrice Prior." an emotionless voice says. I slowly stand up and follow the receptionist through a long hallway.

"Myra is waiting for you." she states as she stops at a tall white door. I hesitantly ball my fist up and knock on it.

"Come in!" Someone calls and i open the door. The lady, Myra, pulls her glasses down and looks up at me.

"Beatrice!" She exclaims and pulls me into a tight hug. I awkwardly stay still with my arms at my side.

"Oh I'm sorry. I'm Myra. I've been wondering when you would come." she states happily.

"What happened to my parents?" I ask without paying attention to her previous words.

"You found the notes." she states and her smile drops.

"My parents left me notes for when they died. They knew someone was going to murder them, how? And why were you mentioned in so many of their letters?" I ask sharply.

"I'm your godmother." she replies.
"No you're not. Ive never seen you in my life." I sneer.

"Beatrice-"
"Tris." I interrupt.

"Tris, your parents were the two of our highest ranking members-"

"Members of what?" I ask impatiently.
"The federal Bureau of Investigation." she replies. I let out a laugh and her eyes widen at my behavior.

"You have got to be kidding me. My parents were lawyers! Who killed them? A client that they lost a case for?" I scream angrily. The doors to the office fly open and two tall men enter the room.

"Its fine guys. You can go." Myra says and shoos them out of the room. She turns to me with guilty eyes and my jaw clenches.

"They weren't lawyers Tris. They kept their real jobs from you and Caleb to keep you guys safe. Lots of people were after your parents, they put a lot of bad guys away." she states softly. i sit down on the plush white couch and put my head in my hands.

My whole life is a lie. My parents lied to me.

"They didn't lie. They just withheld the truth." Myra says and my head shoots up.

"Who killed them?" I ask.
"We don't know-"
"What do you mean you don't know?! You just said they were two of the highest members! How did you not find who killed them?" I scream.

"Beatrice your parents had a lot of people after them. We are looking deep into this case and we are using everything in our power to find their murderer." she says.

"Well you better start looking harder." I growl.

"And we will... but on to different business. Your father, Andrew was one of our best coder and hackers in this state. Your mom, Natalie, was one of our best undercover detectives.... their genes and traits were bound to run off on you-"
"What are you saying?" I question.

"Now might not be the best time. But there's a program, it lasts for about a month. It will show you the basics. Knife throwing, fighting, how to work guns properly, for some people it eliminates some of their fears." she states.

"Why would I need that?" I ask.

"Say you took this coarse. It would not only help you better protect yourself. But if you graduate in the top ten you get a spot as one of our agents-"

"So I can die like my parents? No thanks." I interrupt with a glare.

"Many people are after you. We have some information about your parents deaths-"
"What information?" I interrupt once again.

"I can't share that information with you." she states.

"That's my family. Yes you can." I say sharply.

"You're not of age, I can't share anything with you until you turn eighteen." she replies softly.

"I'm seventeen. Make an exception then!" I say sternly.

"I can't do that, not until you're part of the FBI, or you turn eighteen." she replies.

"When does this program start?" I sigh out angrily.