Divergent High School

Chapter 2

My entire life had changed completely within the last 24 hours. My tiny bedroom with barely enough space for a be and build in dresser has be traded in for a 3rd story bedroom with its own living room and bathroom. The living room came with a note, promising that when I go to the furniture store I could pick out whatever I wanted, courtesy of my fathers company. A brand new refrigerator, microwave, and oven all sat in half of the living room settled into granite countertops ad cub birds filled with-you guessed it- brand new pots, pans, bowls, plates, cooking Tupperware, and silverware. My bedroom was already occupied by my worn out twin sized mattress and my clothes and other few belongings were sill packed in boxes, but all of this stuff combined filled up less than 1/3 of my new bedroom. I found an identical note to the one in the living room about buying new furniture and whatnot taped to the door to my bedroom.

I was in awe, needless to say. My eyes kept looking for anything that could prove this was not real, not mine.

"Beatrice! Come down please!" My mothers soft voice called to me, but I was not sure what floor to go to. I decided to try the basement first but as I passed the first floor staircase, my fathers head poked out of a doorway and he waved his hand for me to come with him.

"How do you like the house?" he asked me.

"It's...it's truly unbelievable. How did we get all of this?"

"Andrew, you better wait for dinner!" my mother's voice is swift in ordering his next words, and he just closes his mouth an gives me a small smile.

My mom opens a few pizza boxes as we sit at the table and hands out paper plates. Out family dining room table has been put into my parents 1st floor living room.

"So what's the news?!" I ask after a few bites of pizza."

Clearing his throat, he says "well, as much as we all thought I had been only upgraded to CEO, it turns out that the company's...founder has recently passed away. And for some bizarre reason, Mr. Roberts put me in his will as the new head of the company." My jaw drops to the floor. We were more than just "better off." We are rich.

"Which means,kids, that Dad won't be around as much." I wasn't sure what to say. It's not like he was around much before, working his ass off for our meek living style.

"I understand. I am so proud of you Dad. You have worked so hard and I've known you were going to get a reward." I concluded my mini speech my stuffing the test of my pizza into my mouth and my brother as father had a deeply intellectual conversation that honestly bored me to death.

"There is two more things..." My mothers voice brings me back. "Due to my recent breakthrough...I will also be working a lot more...so neither of us will be around much. Your father's job has given us a woman to clean for us, but you two will most often be here alone." I look down, conflicted about this news. "And lastly, you will be going to a new school, as you know. This school,however, is run very differently than any other school in the world. It is private, and nearby." I am quiet.

"What is it called?" Caleb's voice is quiet, hiding his curiosity.

"Divergent Prep. You will be separated upon arrival into your factions. Tomorrow we will also be going out for the furniture shopping. School starts for you next monday." Today is Tuesday, and I will have from now until Sunday night to look up as much about Divergent Prep as possible.