Divergent High

There's a First Time For Everything

Tris' POV

High school. The one place where you can find out who you are and where you belong. There's a place for everyone! Whether you're a Jock, Nerd, Cheerleader, Emo, Goth, Freak, Musical, Hippie - you'll have to fit in somewhere! Unless you're the New Kid. Why did I have to be the damn New Kid? Isn't it always the New Kid that gets thrown into lockers or gossiped about? I have never been one for high school drama and I'm making sure that that continues. Today will not be any type of exception. As you can tell, I'm starting a new school. Yay! My worn grey converse scuff along the path entering the living hell that is known as school, and squeak, making an embarrassing noise as I take another step towards the door. I throw my hand towards the door and reach for the handle when it flings open and knocks me off of my feet and into the gravel.

"Watch where you're going." A girl with short black hair and numerous piercings spits. I ignore her harshness and brush myself off before standing up. Some kind of realisation zooms across her face as she smirks at me, crosses her arms over her chest, and drops one hip. "You're the New Kid everyone's talking about." She laughs. I try to walk around her, but she blocks my path. "Is it true you moved here from Ohio?" She asks, hanging off the doorway so I can't get past.

"I don't want any trouble." I mumble quietly, my head dropping to glare at my feet.

"And they're won't be any trouble if you just answer my questions." She says in a patronising voice. I bite my nails nervously which causes her to laugh. I wrap my arms around my middle and try to fold myself into nothing.

"Lynn, what are you doing?" Another girl asks as she approaches the door. She has jet black hair cut into a bob and dark skin. Pretty. She has a certain bounce in her step that suggests she doesn't care about what anyone has to say. However, her Cheerleader outfit is extremely off-putting. She would never speak to me and, to be honest, I'm surprised she's talking to this 'Lynn' girl. "Hi, I'm Christina. Don't let Lynn bother you, she's always like that." 'Christina' throws a subtle glare towards Lynn and an encouraging smile at me, then I realise she was actually speaking to me when she said not to let Lynn bother me.

It takes a second before I say "I'm Tris" and hold my small hand out, ready to be shaken. Christina happily obliges and that is when I finally get a good look at her. Face to face, I mean. She had shiny black hair, striking features and a white smile. All qualities linking with her current outfit, but the only thing different about her was her personality. That was totally wrong. Cheerleaders were meant to be mean and act like they ran the place. Half the time, that's because they did.

"So what brings you to Chicago?" Asks Christina, obviously saying that a simple exchange of names wouldn't be the end to our conversation.

"Nothing really regarding me, just my parents work." I say simply. My dad worked with parliament or something along those lines; I've never really had the time to listen to exactly what his job entails, but I know that that's why I'm here. She nods her head and smiles showing that she is actually acknowledging what I am saying. Her short bangs fall forward onto her forehead for a second, she flicks them away with her perfectly manicured nails and I stand there beside her. Maybe this is part of her plan, act nice and get me to trust her, then 'BAM' my social life is gone as she had started some sort of rumour about me. It wouldn't surprise me. It's happened before. Besides, a Cheerleader would never be nice to me.

"Well, I'd be happy to show you around." Christina say happily. This has to be to good to be true, right? Why would she want anything to do with me other than to make my life a living hell. She's popular and I'm... No one.

"That's okay. I wouldn't want to trouble you." I say quietly. I try to move past the two of them, but Christina places her hand lightly on my shoulder to stop me.

"Nonsense!" She exclaim. Lynn rolls her eyes and mutters something about needing to get to class before leaving. Christina seems to just ignore her moody attitude like it was a regular occurrence. "Let me see your timetable." I pull the crumpled piece of paper out of my bag and hand it to her. Her chocolate eyes scan over the paper, the smile that illuminates her face telling me that something good has happened. "We're in all the same classes up to lunch, meaning I have until then to introduce you to the rest of the gang." She says, handing me back the piece of paper. The word 'gang' catches my attention.

"Gang? What gang?" I ask, slightly panicked. Christina just laughs.

"Oh, sweetie." She says sympathetically, linking arms with me. "Welcome to your Senior Year at Chicago High School for gifted Divergent's."