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A\N: Hello my lovely readers(if I even get readers for this story)! This may not be my first fanfic, but it is my first AU fanfic. I really hope you guys like it. I mean the idea just popped into my head one day and I decided I should give it a go at it. I'm really sorry if this is horrible. I'm going to try making a little game out of this. I've seen it done before. I'll explain at the end of this chapter. So without further ado, here's chapter one.

Chapter 1: The BeginningTris POV

I can't believe we've made it this far. We've made it to a safe place. After all the weeks spent trying to get out, we've finally made it. Outside that wall that imprisoned us for so long. I look around me at the green meadow we are in. It's peaceful. We've made it. We're safe…..

"And they all lived happily ever after. Whoop-te-do." I crumple the paper in my hands and attempt to throw it in the trash but that's when Christina just decides to come in my room.

"Violent much?" She looks at me with mock hurt. I'm just not in the mood and end up glaring at her. "Whoa. Looks like someone is having a day." I let out an exasperated sigh.

"I'm sorry Christina. It's just I can't figure out a good way to end this one "

"I'm surprised you've kept it up this long. If it was me, I'd've given up by now."

"Believe me, I've thought of it. I just can't though. Maybe if this was a new one, but I can't just stop a series on a cliff hanger. I mean a lot of people are counting on this book. Plus, I've already got a great idea for the next one."

"How many are you planning on writing for this series?"

"I really don't know. I mean this one's my third book and maybe I'll write the fourth one then some prequels or something. Maybe have one that shows where the characters are in 10 years or such." It's just so stressful and people don't even realize that. They think that authors know exactly what to write at all times and that we don't ever run out if ideas.

"And then again, I can see why you haven't just given up on your books yet. I mean #1 New York Times Bestseller list? Damn girl. You don't even need this shitty apartment." Christina tends to over exaggerate but I'm not sure that she realizes it with this.

"Christina. It's not that simple. I don't make as much money as you think I do."

"Oh really? How much do you make an hour?" I know what she's doing and I hate it.

"About $26.42"

"Week?"

"Around $1,479.52"

"Month?"

"Around $5,918.08"

"Year?"

"Close to $71,016.96" I tell her sheepishly.

"Exactly. Plus you work at the bar. Plus you do "shows" or whatever the hell you call them."

"Ok yea. I see your point. But you make the "shows", as you call them, sound so inappropriate. They're only supposed to help people get through some tuff shit in their lives and help them realize that nobody's perfect." I myself have gone through a lot. Not that I'm complaining. That stuff has made me who I am today. "Oh. And speaking of New York, I have to go as soon as I get this book done and I have to get it done fast because my editor is expecting at least a day or two to look it over before the Publisher meeting thing and lunch thing." I hate the meetings but I'd have to say I hate the lunches more.

"Oh well, have fun with you professional friends." Christina tells me mockingly. She knows I hate going to those things and I just roll my eyes at her.

"Yea, whatever."

"Christina!"

"What?"

"Are you going to take a shower first or am I?" I walk into the kitchen, where she's at, so we aren't yelling across the apartment and disturbing the people next door. She turns to look at me.

"You are. You take forever and then it gives me a chance to pick out something for you to wear." I groan.

"Nothing showy!" I yell back to her as I'm walking down the hall again. Christina always picks out the worst cloths. Everything shows way too much skin. Well, then again, if I want good tips I have to be flirty. Something that annoys me about my, second, job.

I shower and dry off. Then I put the towel around my body and walk to my room. When I get there I see white booty shorts and a black crop top.

"No. No. Nope. Not gonna happen." I switch the shorts Christina got out for me with some plain black gym shorts. Like the ones you'd wear for middle school volleyball because you weren't allowed to wear spandex. The shorts are still pretty short but they don't show things I don't want anyone seeing or questioning me about. I decide to keep the black crop top Christina put out for me as it's not extremely short. I brush and put my hair into a loose ponytail and put on my black and white converse. Then I walk into the hallway where I see Christina putting her hair up.

"Well, it was worth a try." I laugh at her statement and hopeless expression.

"Come on Christina. We need to get to work."

"No. Nu uh. You are not wearing a black shirt and black shorts. You'll blend in!" She goes back to my room and comes out with, instead and light-ish blue crop top. "Here. It will compliment your eyes." I roll my eyes at her statement and follow her out the door.

Now the Pit is one of the few bars in Chicago that is semi-nice. Well it's nice for a bar that is. Most of the other bars I've gone to here, which is very few as I don't drink much, are filthy and have no rules or regulations. Which can be a pretty big problem. Actually, I've seen a lot of those bars get shut down recently.

Christina and I work behind the semi circle bar as bartenders, as Lyn and Marlene work as sort of like waitresses, attending to the people that decide to sit at tables or booths.

Christina and I have a system going which is something that's extremely important and helpful when the bar is packed. Christina works half the bar and I work the other. If one of us has more people, we help the other out. It's just plain common sense. When there isn't a lot of people at the bar, so basically any other day besides Fridays, Saturdays, and game days, we work together. Not caring who's section is who's. We'll switch on and off between making drinks and serving them. It's fairly easy. Well as easy as it will get.

I look at the clock and see it's almost closing time. We close at 1 am, so in reality we only end up getting everyone out and actually closing the bar around 1:30am. It's always a struggle getting the few people that are drunk out of their minds to finally start staggering out the door.

I usually work the late shifts anyway because it's easier for me to do when I have meetings in the mornings that usually end up lasting the entire day.

"Hey you got any meetings tomorrow?" Tori, my boss, asks me from across the room as she's trying to get the last few people out.

"Well, um, I was hoping I could maybe have the day off tomorrow as I have to leave for New York in two days."

"Another book meeting?"

"Well this time I have to meet with my publisher, agent, editor, and a few others."

"You and your books." Tori jokingly tells me exasperatedly.

"Life is a book full of blank pages, you write the story as you go."

"Ooo, what kind of philosopher is that quote from?"

"I'm not sure, but it's not philosophy I can tell you that. It's just a quote that I like."

"Yea, yea, yea. Anyway, yes. You can have the day off tomorrow. Just make sure you stop to see me before you're off to New York."

"Of course I will Tori. There's no need to be so protective. I'm 22 years old." She gives me a look that says 'oh really?'

"You know I always worry about you."

When I first came to Chicago, I didn't have a job. So Tori found me wandering the streets and offered me one. I've been working here ever since I was 20. So yea, I know, not very long. It's a good job. I didn't even know this was where Christina worked when I first accepted the offer. Then when I went to the apartment we shared and told her the news, she squealed, as she always does, and said we needed to celebrate. Of course her way of celebrating something is either going shopping, which she usually makes me get an entirely new wardrobe, or sitting on the couch drinking wine she bribed the employee to let her buy and watching sappy movies.

As Tori gets the last person out I walk to the back to change out of my bar "uniform", which is basically something that has to be flirty and attractive*cue eye roll, and change into my street clothes. I walk out into the main area of the bar and bid Tori a safe and good night.

Before I get too far away from the building I work in at the ungodly hours if the morning, I turn around and look at it. Thinking how much different my life would be if Tori hadn't found me after I had gotten off the plain in a strange new place. New place to me that was.

A/N: Hey. So this is chapter one. I'd really appreciate it if you left me reviews and gave me your thoughts.

The little "game" I was talking about was that I'm going to put quotes in each chapter, or at least try to, and whoever can guess the quote and what it's from gets a "shout out" at the beginning of my next chapter.

There was only the quote I put in italics in this chapter. So there's really none to look for.

Thank you for reading my chapter one! Review please! Constructive criticism welcome! I won't be able to update very frequently but hey, maybe the more reviews I get, the faster I update *wink wink*

Bye!

-sunlightstars

(P.S, sorry for such a long authors note)