Divergent High

Chapter One

Tris' POV

I wake up to the sound of my old friend, Carmen, singing "Boom Clap" at the top of her lungs. Wait, what? Since when does Carmen have access to my house and live in Chicago? When I open my eyes I see Caleb laughing like a maniac with a phone in hand playing the last video I ever recorded with Carmen. "What do you want Caleb?" I ask. I'm not ready for his shit this early in the morning.

"Mom told me to wake you up. So I did," he smirks a little at the thought. This guy...

"Whatever, just get out of my room so I can change," he walks out of my room thinking that I'm stupid enough not to notice my phone is still in his hand so I yell, "Give me my fucking phone, smart ass!" Caleb groans, but comes back and drops the phone in my hand.

I walk into my walk-in closet and pick out a black V-neck shirt and high-waisted, dark ripped jeans along with a pair of pink tie-die converse to add a touch of girly-ness to the look. Once I'm done with that I pick out pure silver hoop earrings and a black leather jacket. On my way to my bathroom I pick up the golden locket that my best guy-friend, Tobias, gave me. Inside is a picture of him, Carmen, Uriah, Zeke, and I at the movies about to see The Fault In Our Stars. That's on the left side, the other is all of us after we saw the movie. We all looked like freaks! Carmen and I forgot to put on waterproof mascara, so we had blue mascara running down our red faces along with dripping, jet black, eyeliner while the boys had red, puffy eyes.

We were 14 years old then, only in the eighth grade, but now we are all 16, starting junior year. When Zeke and Uriah were 14 they had to move, who knows where, and soon later Tobias did the same. It was never the same after the boys left. It has been just me and Carmen the last couple years up until a month ago when I had to move from Seattle, Washington to Chicago, Illinois. I start to get emotional, so I stop thinking about all the great memories we share, and can no longer re-live, and relax.

I put on my usual dark red lipstick, clear lipgloss, and black smoky eye in a record of seven minutes and make a loose fishtail braid. I move it from my back onto my left shoulder, swiftly and head downstairs with my iPhone 5.

The 6 is a little to big for my taste even tough my parents wanted to get me a 6. We're kind of rich because my mom is an actress, you might have seen her in Dolphin Tale or Twisted. My dad was famous for many years in the music department. He is sort of one of those 80's legends that middle aged people listen to on the radio, so we have millions of dollars. I even have an electric red Lamborghini with flame designs, siting out on our driveway that just happens to be the car that my parents got me for my 16th birthday.

"Well hello, Sweetheart!" Says my dad in a cheery voice.

"Um, hi Dad. Why are you so happy?" I question suspiciously.

"Do I need an excuse to be happy when my little princess is in the room!?"

"Cheesy, but whatever. Please stop calling me 'your little princess' because there might be a broken arm in here if you keep it up."

I walk over to my mom and give her a hug and add, "and the arm won't be Caleb's this time" I say reminding them of the time I snapped Caleb's arm in the 8th grade for calling me a bitch.

I grab a cereal bar and head out the door with my book bag, phone, and car keys. When I start the car I roll down the windows and turn on the radio and drive to school. The song happens to be "Paper Hearts" so I sing all the way to school occasionally taking a couple tiny bites out of my cereal bar and taking in the city the way you fall asleep, slowly and then all at once.

It seems to be filled with buildings and graffiti. But, it looks beautiful the way it's put together. One of the pieces is a woman and man. But I see it as beautiful because they're together, and that's important to me. Not just illegal paint on a wall. It's actually meaningful, unlike some things I've seen.

I want to one day, go home and make dinner for a family of my own, and to have my husband walk in, embrace me from behind. That dream may never happen though. No one has ever really expressed any interest in me. At least no one I know. But I hope one day, someone will love me. That one day there will be someone to hold me. Someone who can carry me at my worst, that deserves to see me at my best.

Author's Note: Hey Babes! Sorry if you don't like this. I wrote this a long time ago and am now editing this after not touching it in over a year. The writing in this story is very cringe worthy so I'm warning you now. I'm also not planning on copying other ideas often because,"Divergent High", is already over used. Anyway, I'll chat with you guys later. Please read my other fanfictions! Bye Babes! The fabulous Veronica Roth owns Divergent.