A/N So this is exciting, my first fanfiction, just trying it out! Feel free to review-all comments will be received with an eager eye to improve! Hope you enjoy it
Disclaimer: I didn't write Divergent, however much I wish I did.
Tris
Today I'm going to Juilliard. All these years of hard work, burning blisters on my fingers and emotional turmoil have lead me to this point. My first year at Music College. When I got in, everyone said "Well done Beatrice, I knew you could do it!" or "I told you, you were amazing!" But my teacher, Ms Matthews, just lifted her head and nodded sternly, as if it's every day one of her pupils get into the most prestigious music schools. I'm happy I'll get a new teacher when I'm there, I was never good enough for Ms Matthews. I'm so lucky to have an amazing family, even though I knew it was hard for them to let me into the world of music. Coming from a line of people with high status jobs, with my brother Caleb being its newest edition, is hard. I mean, I'm not stupid, but just not as leader like as my family. My heart remains with music. I only take a small luggage, as I'm sure Christina will drag me to all the shops when we get there, well I guess it is in New York, and swing my violin on my back. I look out, glancing at the monuments, and the empire state building takes my breath away. It's so full of life, not like in Chicago. Everyone is constantly buzzing, moving, talking. My mum and dad set me on my way, too afraid they'll start crying if they left me in my room. So I said my goodbyes and ensure them I'll be good, practise hard and miss them, even if I'll see them soon. Here I am. Juilliard, get ready for Tris Prior.