Hey! Okay, so this is my first fanfic ON THIS ACCOUNT. I have another account on here, BUT YOU WILL NEVER KNOW! I don't own Divergent, Veronica Rath (I mean Roth. ;D) does! Rock on my Amities!
Prologue
Fire. A damn fire ruined the house. All of the houses actually. Don't say it was karma, or an act of God. It obviously wasn't. Question is, why risk your own life? Either someone in the apartment was despicable enough to anger someone enough for him or her to set it on fire, or it was a suicide mission. Or maybe, just maybe, someone wanted us to move out. Well, it worked.
The Mayor saw it on the news. How could he not? All of China must have seen it. The nation-wide headline reading, "30 Story Apartment Building Burned to the Ground" was certainly interesting.
I am currently seated at a torn up Dinner, owned by my Godmother, Tori. Across from me is Christina, my best friend and old roommate.
"So, what can I get for you girls?" A lady covered in wrinkles who has been a loyal worker at the Dinner for some time, asks warily. I order scrambled eggs and a cup of coffee that is going to take forever to get here, and Christina orders the blueberry pancakes and orange juice so she can 'stay perky'. I tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear before taking an involuntary trip to la-la land.
Flashback
The sounds of sirens were not enough to wake me. It took my 2-year old puppy, Sullivan, jumping on top of me to bring me to my senses. His shaggy orange fur resembled the fire so much that, at first glance, I was afraid to touch him. Picking Sully up in my arms, I dashed for Chris's door, banging on it loudly. Christina had been my only friend out of collage, the only one who knew about my story. "CHRIS! Come on Chris WAKE UP!" She came bolting out of her room, wrapped in a nightgown, an annoyed look on her face than turned to fear as she saw the sight around her. "Oh my God." She muttered, before pulling me and Sully through the door and to the stairs. Too fast! My brain screamed as I tumbled down the stairs, landing on my stomach. Wait.
"Christina!" I shouted. She turned around and looked at me. "Anastasia!" I sobbed. My baby, Anastasia. I had forgotten her. Thrusting Sullivan into Chris's arms, I hobbled up the stairs to my apartment, just in time to witness Annie's last cry.
'My baby;' I thought as Christina dragged me from the burning building. 'I lost my baby.'
End of Flashback
"Tris. Tris. TRIS!" I am brought out of my daydreaming by my best friend snapping her fingers in front of my face. "What?!" I growled, in desperate need of my morning coffee. Christina put her hands up in surrender, her eyes wide, with that I'm Innocent smirk painted across her face.
"Well," She starts cautiously. "I found us a place to stay." My eyes bulge, the newspaper in my hands fluttering to the ground.
"What? Where?!" I pounce, questions flowing from my mouth. Chris just sits there, fending off the stares of the everyday civilians enjoying breakfast goods. She carelessly sips her orange juice, running her fingernails through the base of her jet-black hair, which had recently been cut down to her shoulders.
"Christina." I growl, my voice low and dangerous. "Where." She exhales a mix between a sigh and a grown, a creaking sound that slightly resembled that of an old rocking chair.
"You are not going to like this." She warns. Exasperated, I pick at some of the eggs I had ordered that had gone cold a long time ago.
"Well," She pauses, studying my passive face. "There are a group of boys that are offering to take in anyone from the fire for free…" She trails off at the end making me nervous.
"Christina, what's the catch?" I ask softly. She cringes, worrying me even more.
"Well," She takes a deep breath. "It's… Tris, your brother is one of the boys."
Uh Oh.
Taadaa! Hope you like it! Chapter Goal: 5-10 reviews. I know, it's short, but hey, it's a prologue!
