Chapter 1

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This is my first story.

Tris POV
  I haven't been to Chicago since I was 12. The school I went to everyone bullied me, even my brothers. It got so bad that I moved to California with my aunt Jeanine. Even though I don't like her I would rather be with her than that hell hole they call a school. Over time I've gotten stronger, prettier, and smarter. My boyfriend of four years, Four, has helped me through that time. We met in school when I first started there. Now it's time to go back to Chicago. 

While we were in California,  we had a really good job and earned a lot of money. So we had money to do whatever we wanted.

When Four I get arrive at the house, we are shocked. The house is bigger than we expected. We had just bought a house that was close to school. We never had the chance to actually look at it. It's three stories. The first floor is the kitchen, living room, Guest bedroom and bathroom, and the 15 car garage. The second floor is two bedrooms and bathrooms, the gym, movie room and game room. The third floor is the master suite, (which consist of the huge bedroom, huge bathroom, and huge closet) our study, the pool, and the bowling alley.

  After we get all the stuff unpacked into the the house, we order take out. After we are done eating we just sit on the couch and make-out and talk.

"Are you ready for school tomorrow." He says.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. I'm a badass remember." I say remembering what he said when I first told him what happened. He laughs and starts kissing me. 

"Just don't majorly hurt somebody okay?" I tell him, knowing that he is protective of me and will beat up anyone that hurts me. Even if I can do it myself.

"What? Me? I would never do anything like that?" He says innocently. We both knows he's lying. I just give him a look. "Fine." 

"I'm going to take a shower. Wanna join?"

"Hell yeah!" He says jumping off the couch and running behind me. 

After we shower and do *other things* we go to sleep to prepare ourselves for possibly the worst day of our lives.

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