Ever heard of a queen bee? You know, that one cliché, blonde popular girl? The type of chick that's mean to everyone, breaks hearts and doesn't know how to stop? Well that would be me. I am the one boys love, teachers loathe and girls want to be. Call it vain- I couldn't care less. That's just the way it is. ____________________________ This is the story of how one boy changed my entire opinion. My opinion on categorisation, and on myself. So go on and read if you must, but I'm warning you. Our story isn't perfect, and now I know that neither are we. But it's the lesson that's perfect, and that's all that matters. And it is one I'll never forget. [Copywrited]

Right now, I'm sitting with my back against our bedroom door listening to the sound of Tris breathing. Judging by the shadow that peers from under door, she's sat on the other side of it. "I need you to let me in," she says quietly. Or maybe it's just quiet because there's a door between us. "Into the bedroom? Nothing's stopping you from walking in, Tris," I say. "No, not into the bedroom. I mean into your head." I sigh. "You know I can't do that." "Why can't you?" Her voice breaks and I can tell that she's on the verge of tears. - TOBIAS POV [CHAPTER 5] ___________________ Before You Read: I would just like to give you a little warning. The first and second chapters are completely unedited and they're absolutely terrible. I will fix them some time in the future but until then, please keep in mind that yes, I am aware of how bad the first two are so bare with me. Thanks!