New Road

'Doc 2

A/N: Hi! This is a new story! Present day, no factions, just a new normal with the Divergent characters! If you have any ideas, opinions or critics, just review! Thanks for reading!

***Tris's POV***

I wake up and pound the alarm. The dang thing was blaring! 5 o'clock, time to go feed the chickens, and get ready to go into town for some new overalls and clothes. The town dance is coming up, and I sorta want to look at dresses. Not buy one yet, till I get next week's allowance, and I'm pretty sure Christina will want to go with me.

I pull the covers back and crawl out of bed. I open my closet. I go through all the farm clothes and find an outfit Christina had forced me into getting last time we went out shopping, which I am now happy she made me get. It is a pair of blue jeans with some bling on the butt, and a pink shirt with a flower on it. I throw them on and then grab my Nike sweatshirt. I throw it over the flowered shirt. I stand in front of the mirror in my room, brush my hair, then braid it into a fishtail braid. I grab my money from my box of cash and stick it in my jeans. I walk down the stairs and grab a piece of bread, sticking it in the toaster.

When it pops up, I spread homemade strawberry jam on it. I scarf down the bread and go to the fridge, taking out a jug of milk, made from our cows. I pour myself a glass and chug it down, wanting to hurry and get to shopping.

I walk outside and see my brother Caleb milking the cows, my dad feeding the pigs, and my mom tending to the tomatoes. I walk to the chicken coup, grabbing the bucket with the feed in it before walking in. I quickly feed the chickens, and try not to get a mess on my clothes. I check the eggs, collecting some in the now empty feed bucket. I leave the kitchen coup and put the eggs in the house. I grab my car keys, and my phone from the charger.

I walk into the garage and get in my little neon pink buggy, and put the convertible roof down, looking at the sun outside. I buckle my seat belt, and pull out of the driveway.

Caleb comes running out into the garage screaming, "Don't forget me!"

"Sorry!," I yell, putting on the break and wait for Caleb to run to the car. He jumps in, hopping over the door, and buckles up.

"Thanks Tris," he says.

"No problem Caleb," I reply.

We pull the rest of the way out of the driveway, hitting the roads. We start driving down the country roads, feeling the breeze hit our faces. It feels good, not working one day in our lives.

"You ready to get some new threads?" I ask my brother.

"Ya, maybe we can hit some more parties out in the fields. You know people have them all the time? We just need the clothes, and we can hit them," Caleb says.

"Sounds like a plan," I say.

We pull onto the highway, joining more cars then we see on a weekly basis.

"You remember the school days Tris?" asks Caleb.

"School stopped last year when we hit 13!" I say.

"Just think if it went till we were 18!" he exclaims.

"That would be horrible!" I say.

"You never know....," Caleb says.

"Everyone staying at school till they are 18? That's like 12th grade! That's crazy! Everyone everywhere gets out at 13, 8th grade!" I exclaim.

"Haha! I'm just pulling your strings!" Caleb says laughing, "Thats what older brothers do!"

"Only by like 10 months!" I say.