Divergent No war... Yet.

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Tris' POV

I. Can't. Breath.

I look at the screen one more time just to make sure that my eyes aren't playing me a trick.

I blink a couple of times but the screen is still the same, showing MY picture next to the first place, just above Uriah's who got second.

I scroll down the screen and see that Christina and Will also got in.

I let out a sigh of relief that I didn't know I was holding in and turn to congratulate my friends... just to find them having a heated make out session.

I am so happy that I don't say anything about their public demonstration of affection.

I look at the screen again until I hear someone screaming right behind me. I turn around just to find Uriah, who engulfs me in a big hug.

- You beat them!! - He shouts. I just grin and I am about to push him off me when someone beats me to it.

An older copy of Uriah takes him off me.

- You were beaten by a girl!! - He says, laughing.

- Shut up Zeke!! - An annoyed Uriah says.

- You know I am right.

I clear my throat because of the awkwardness and the guy, Zeke, looks at me. I am surprised he managed to hear that with all the noise that is surrounding us.

- Hi - He says, extending his hand for me to shake - I am Zeke, Uriah's brother, nice to meet the girl who ranked above this loser - He says the last thing pointing at Uriah who is just standind there pouting like a little child.

I shake his hand, my hold weak because I am still not used to physical contact, but If I want to become fully dauntless and stop being a Stiff I will have to work on that.

With that thought in mind I hold his hand in a firm grip and shake it. Zeke smiles at this.

- I'm Tris - I say.

I look at the remaining people, because the major part of the crowd left to the pit to continue partying. I let my eyes wander until they stop on a guy, about two years older than me, with stormy blue eyes and a hooked nose. I think he was the dauntless born instructor.

He seems to be the perfect stereotype of dauntless, he moves with an air of superiority, with pride, just like I wish I could.

Right beside him is Eric, my instructor. Unlike the guy next to him, Eric tries to be a true dauntless by using a lot of piercings and having a lot of tattoes. Instead of holding his head high with pride, he holds it with arrogance.

But, even thought he was a little bit cruel at us in the beggining, he changed, he is not the one who used to call me Stiff, thinking I would fail, I just prove him wrong. But I can't completely let go of my selfless side.

I wish I had an escape, from my abnegation side, the side that I so badly want to leave behind, hidden in the past.

I changed my name, changed my clothes but still, the abnegation and erudite remains.

I need to be dauntless.

I am gonna prove them that I ranked first for a reason.

I am not a stiff anymore

This is not a selfless way to think but...

I am selfish, I am brave.

And I am gonna prove it.

- Hot - Zeke says.

I come back to reality, snapped out of my trance by his voice. Hot? what?

- What? - I ask, voicing my thoughts.

- Nothing - He says, shaking his head.

I am about to ask again but I stop myself. That's what an erudite would do, but I am not one.

I just stay silent.

- You know we could call you Six. - He says.

Another name, because of my six fears. My father wouldn't be proud, but I don't care anymore.

I am no longer Beatrice, the girl not selfless enough.

I am Tris, the first jumper who everybody thought wouldn't make it into dauntless but ended up ranking first.

I am Six, dauntless prodigy.

And I like it.

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Hello! I am back! if you want to know how I write go and check my other story (already finished) it's called Divergent high (I know, very original).

Like I said, english is not my native language so forgive me in advance for my upcoming grammatical mistakes. If you want Spanish classes just tell :p I really like to teach it.

Tell me if I should continue with this thing.