Divergent High (Discontinued)

Chapter One

(A/N) Hi! I'm writing a Divergent fanfiction! (Once again, all rights go to Veronica Roth) So this is my first fanfiction! Yay! Please enjoy :)

*Editing 12/22/15*

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"Beatrice!" Groaning, I roll over onto my stomach on my bed. "Beatrice, wake up!" My mom calls to me from downstairs.

 I groan in annoyance once more, making sure that its loud enough for mom to hear.

 "Beatrice Edith Prior, don't make me drag you out of bed! You know what today is, and you can't be late."

Oh gosh, mom used my middle name. I must be in trouble. I think to myself. And quite frankly, mother, I do know what today is. And that reason alone is why I am not getting up. I think that if I don't acknowledge something, then it should just go away. Apparently the universe disagrees with me though.

 Moaning, I roll out of bed. I go to the bathroom and take a shower. Afterwards, I dress into a gray shirt, black jeans, and grey Vans. I put on a light gray, thin jacket and put my hair, which is slightly wavy and blonde, into a ponytail.

 I head downstairs. My brother, Caleb, is also downstairs, along with my mom and dad.

 My dad is has a governmental job. He helps run the city, which is Chicago.

 "Good morning, you two," dad says to me and Caleb.

"Good morning," Caleb and I say in unison. As if on que, we look at each other. He wrinkles his nose in disgust. I hate it when we say or do stuff at the same time. We don't look a lot alike , but sometimes I wonder if we might remotely be twins. I highly doubt it though.

Before I know it, we hear the school bus honk outside. I grab my backpack, which contains my school books, schedule, my reading book, two sharpened pencils, a pen, and my lunch. I grab my cello too. Caleb grabs his backpack and his cello. We both play cello, we are in the same grade, and guess what? We have a few classes together. At least its not all of them though.

I get an empty seat on the bus, and Caleb sits in the seat behind me. The whole bus ride, no one sits next to me. I'm kinda glad. No awkward conversations.

We arrived at the high school after about twenty minutes. In the front of the building is a sign with big, bold letters saying:

DIVERGENT HIGH SCHOOL

I get off the bus, and me and Caleb stand next to each other. Other people get off and walk past us. I take a deep breath. Caleb and I look at each other and we exchange a look of nervousness. After a second we start walking forward.

"Stay away from me," He mutters quietly.

"I don't know you." I reply, only loud enough for Caleb to hear.

After saying exactly four words to each other, we walk our sperate ways into the school. But we both end up in the office at the same time.

"Beatrice and Caleb Prior," The office lady says. "Here you go. First period starts in five minutes." She hands us our locker combinations and numbers.

I walk to locker 163, which is mine. There is a boy at one of the lockers next to mine, locker 164. Dang he is tall. Don't get me wrong, I'm short, really short, but I can tell that he is really tall. I unlock my locker, and put my stuff in it. Another boy walks up to the one next to me.

"Hey Four," He says. Four? Last time I checked, that was a number, not a name.

"Hey Zeke," the boy who has the locker next to me says, Four, says. "Whats up dude?"

"Nothin' much. I hate this dump." Zeke says, kicking the floor. "I'm looking forward to leaving, that's one thing for sure."

"Yeah me too." Four responds, glumly.

"Who's the chick?" Zeke says. I don't know if he's referring to me. After all, I'm still facing my locker, and not looking at him. Four lightly shoves me, just to get my attention. I crane my head up just to look at him. I'm only so tall I go halfway up his chest.

"What's your name." Four says flatly.

"Be-" I cut myself off. 'Beatrice' just sounds... not me. I want I nickname, and I know just the one.

"Tris," I say proudly. "My name is Tris."

"Tris," Four says, looking at Zeke.

"I'm standing right here, so I don't think it was necessary to repeat it."

"Mhm." Four looks down at me. "What are you doing here? You do know this is high school right? Not a place for twelve-year-olds."

I blush of embarrassment. "I'm sixteen." I say. Zeke raises his eyes and him and Four look at each other.

"Really?" Zeke asks.

"Yeah." I answer. Four bursts out laughing and Zeke looks away as if he's embarrased of being near me now.

Once Four stops his laughing fit, he grabs Zeke's arm and turns away from me. "Dude, let's go. She's embarassing." Zeke nods and they walk away, leaving me at my locker.

I turn and walk the opposite way, not caring if I'm going the wrong way. I'll just ask a teacher where my classroom is.