A/N Hello! This is my second fanfiction so far, and it's going to be based on the Divergent series.
This will involve Divergent characters being thrown into the modern world, which I'm going to do by placing them in high school. For some inexplicable reason, I enjoy these fanfictions and I've decided to have a go at writing one of my own.
Disclaimer: All rights to the heartbreaker and destroyer of my OTP, Veronica Roth.
I'm going to to end this not-short-but-not-long author's note by starting the story now.

Enjoy!

Tris POV

The bell goes off with an deafening clang. On cue, hundreds of students pour in through the doors and begin the school day. I push my way through the crowd and find my way to the main office.

There, a man sits, typing furiously on his computer. I clear my throat awkwardly.
"Oh! I'm so sorry. I assume you're Beatrice Prior?"
I shift. This is my chance at a new beginning, a chance to leave all that I've been through behind me.
In a split second, I hit upon it.
I blink.
"Call me Tris. I prefer to be known by that name."
"Alright, Tris. Here's your timetable."
He reaches across his desk and takes a piece of paper from the printer beside it, handing it to me.
"First period is Science, in room 2. If you hurry, you'll get there in time. Here's a map."

I thank him and set off, trying to understand the map that he gave me, to no avail. As I walk through the corridors, I bump into a girl who is flying past me.
"Oh, my god! I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going! Are you OK?"
I wince. When I look up, I meet the worried gaze of a girl with coffee coloured skin and dark hair. She's pretty in every sense of the word, the polar opposite of me.
"My name's Christina. What's yours?"
I mumble a reply, still slightly dazed.
"Tris! What do you have next? I have science, with Ms. Matthews in Room 2," Christina says, snapping her fingers in front of my face.
I feel relieved. At least there's someone who knows where I'm going.
"I have Science in Room 2 as well," I say, finally speaking properly. I give her a smile: I'm determined to make a fresh start and put everything behind me. When we moved, I was afraid that I wouldn't make any friends and stay the way I was before, closed up and awkward. Perhaps it won't be so hard anymore.

Christina pulls me along to Room 2. We enter, and everybody turns around and stares at us. I feel self-conscious; I realise that I probably shouldn't have grabbed random clothes and thrown them on. I look down. I'm wearing a hoodie and leggings, acceptable but dull and drab compared to some of the things the other girls are wearing.

"Sit down!" the teacher snaps. "You're late." Christina flashes a stunning smile and replies, "Sorry, Ms. Matthews." She doesn't seem to care, whilst I look down, sure that my face is a flaming red. I can practically feel the heat flushing across my cheeks.

"Alright. We're going to be doing an assignment on acids and alkalis. Write an essay on the properties of these, with your partners."
Partners?
I freeze. I'm supposed to write an essay with somebody I barely know. That's going to turn out well.

"I will be assigning the partners," Ms. Matthews continues, shooting an icy glare at the students who groan and complain.
"Christina and Will," she begins. A wide smile spreads across Christina's face and she glances at a boy slouched in his chair across the room. He also sits up when he hears this. Christina looks down and blushes. I smile. Christina seems like she'll be a good friend, and she's also clearly into Will. I'm going to have to do something about that.

"Uriah and Marlene," Ms. Matthews says. A tan boy a few seats away from me smiles lazily at a girl in sitting in front. I don't see her face. but by her posture, she seems glad.
She continues on, pairing everybody up. One by one, everyone finds out their partners. My name hasn't been called out yet.
"And finally, Tris and Four."

Who the hell is Four?
There's a nudge on my shoulder. I look behind me to see a boy with ruffled brown hair and deep blue ocean eyes. I could drown in those eyes.
"I'm Four," he whispers.
"Tris."
"Yeah, I know."
I smile at him, then realise I've been staring and turn around, my cheeks turning red, again.
"Class dismissed!"
Has it really been one hour?
I sling my bag over my shoulder and leave.
"Hey, Tris! Tris!" Christina yells. "You were going to leave without me?" she gasps, feinting horror. I smile.
Maybe this year won't be so bad after all.

A/N How was that? I won't be updating every day, probably once a week or so. There will be FourTris, don't worry- I just feel like they need to get to know each other first before beginning a relationship. I don't know how long this story is going to be, I think I will just be writing as it goes until I feel the story is over.
I would be grateful if you reviewed, either on my first or this story.
Thank you!

~Joanna