A/N- GUYS THIS IS MY FIRST FANFIC, SO PLEASE REVIEW! HERE GOES NOTHING... I DON"T OWN DIVERGENT!

TRIS P.O.V

Free... I am finally free. I thought to myself as I climbed out of the yellow taxi cab, and stepped onto the crowded street. My eyes scan the crowd until they land on a lady my mothers age with black hair and a raven tattoo. I smile as I throw my back pack over my shoulder and run to her. We embrace and her small arms wrap tightly around my small body.

" Tori." I choke, trying to breathe. " I- I can't br-breathe!" She quickly lets go, and I gasp for air.

" Sorry darling! I forgot how small you are!" She says. I glare at her and she laughs. " Tris," she started, knowing how I hated my real name. "You start school in a week, so I thought I would introduce you to some of the kids around here." I raised my eyebrow in question. She laughs. " Yes honey, I was joking, you can go buy some stuff at the mall or whatever, tomorrow we have a tour of the school though.

" Thanks Tori! I really missed Chicago." I said while smiling. " But where's the mall?" I asked sounding kinda embarrassed. She laughs again and points to a large building. My mouth drops as I take in the sight. Calling this building large would be to small of a word. This place had like seven floors and stretched so far, I couldn't see the end. Tori slightly pushes my back, nudging me forward. I gulp, and start towards the "mall."

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Once I enter, I realize how much bigger this place was. I start to walk into one of the store, and inside the place looks divided into different sections. One area of the store sells only blue articles of clothing, and the man behind the counter there looks like a freaking blueberry. Nope, not my section. All of the other sections are gray, red and yellow, green, and finally black. New place, new me, I thought to myself as I started towards the black section. I look through the racks, when a shirt catches my eye. It's a tight black V-line shirt, that small enough, I am sure it would fit my body perfectly. I snatch it and walk towards the changing rooms.

After the shirt is on, I realize it doesn't make me look like a twelve year old. I step out of my little changing room, to see myself in the full size mirror. I smile, but I am not the only one. A taller, olive skin girl stands behind my nodding. I turn around and say, " Can I help you?"

She smiles and shakes her head. " No, it's just you are rocking that shirt! Are you knew? I never have seen you before? What school do you go to? Do you like shopping? I love shopping! Lets shop together!"

I smile and nod my head. " Thanks I'm Tris." I say sticking out my hand.

"Christina!" She squeals, " And Tris, I think we are going to be best friends.

A/N SORRY IT'S SHORT, BUT I PROMISE FOURTRIS. PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! NEXT TIME, IT WILL BE WAY LONGER! THANKS

-PADFOOT