Chapter 1:

TRIS?

Can I be forgiven for all I've done to get here?

I want to be.

I can.

I believe it.

But, Tris isn't even my name.

Tris

I opened my eyes. It was 10am. It been precisely 2 hours, 47 minutes and 36 seconds since I escaped the Weapons lab; dyed my hair brown, forced in green contact lenses and stole some mixed faction clothing. 2 hours 48. They won't recognise me. Even I can't recognise me, so it's pretty unlikely that anyone else can. Especially since 'I'm dead' and the fact that everyone knows my face. 2 hours 49. I'm scared that myriad people will realise I'm not actually dead and then all my friends will hate me. They might even kill me for faking my death. I walk over to the mirror and stare for seconds before I turn away. I know! My friend from a country I visited on holiday a few years ago, she won't know about me faking it. She won't even know about Tobias, Christina or any other of my friends. Perfect.