A/N: I can't keep my mind under control. This is ridiculous, but you should be expecting another story today. I'm just laughing at it all. By the way, I might just rewrite Modern Day, because I don't like how I begun it. Anyways, enjoy, and may the odds be ever in your favor, goodbye! - Joey Graceffa quote!

A New Beginning:

Chapter 1:

Tris' POV:

As I'm drifting through the realm of consciousness, I feel a tickling on my nose, which seems to me traveling slowly up my face.

I shoot up in my bed, and open my eyes to see none other than my brother, Caleb, standing in the doorway, smirking. From my peripheral vision I see a spider crawling on my bed. I swipe it off the sheets, and Caleb picks it up.

"Good morning to you, too, Caleb!" I yell. "What a nice way to wake someone up! If you want to give them a heart attack!"

Caleb laughs and walks over to my bed. He pats my head, and I swat his hand away. I hate how demeaning he could be.

"Come on, Beatrice. Get ready – we have school today. I don't want to be late."

"Just leave without me," I growl. I push him out the door, and ready myself for the day.

Once I've finished getting myself ready, run down the stairs, remembering that I haven't had breakfast. One day I will remember to eat, but today is not that day, apparently, and I have to leave… like, now…

I fly into the kitchen to get a bottle of water, and a granola bar. It's not very filling, but I have to pay the price. Also, Caleb should've woken me earlier – I wouldn't have to rush.

I run out the door before anyone can say anything.

"Bye, Mom," I yell before I shut the door.

Once I get into the garage, I see Caleb's car is gone. Whatever…

I get into my car and drive to school.

I park next to a black motorcycle, just as the boy is pulling up. I get out of my car to see the boy staring.

"Um… are you okay?" I ask. All my life I've felt self-conscious, because I was raised to forget myself. Of course, being who I am, it was futile.

"That's an amazing car," the boy says after a few more seconds of gawking. I look back at my cherry red Mustang, not really seeing the big deal, then understanding that he is a teenage boy – they'd pretty much die to have a car like this.

"Thanks," I say. I take this time to get a good look at him, to take in his appearance.

He has remarkably beautiful blue eyes, which would probably be mistaken for black if you didn't look close enough. His eyelashes are so deep set, that they touch the skin just below his eyebrows. He has a full lower lip, and barely an upper one. He is wearing a tight black shirt, and black jeans. The muscles on his arms and abdomen are firm, and make the shirt stick out in all the right places. He is handsome… and familiar…

"What's your name?" he says after scanning me as well.

"Be-" I start, but then stop because Beatrice just doesn't sound… right. "Tris," I recover.

"Nice to meet you, Tris. Just call me Four." That's odd…

"Um… alright, is that a nickname?" I ask.

"Yes." He doesn't say anything after that, so I decide not to push the subject.

I check my watch, and see that it's 7:50. "Oops, I have to get to class," I say.

"I'll walk you," Four says. I blush, and nod as he leads us through the school.

"Let me see your schedule," Four says. I reach into my bag, and find my schedule, handing it to him.

As Four looks at my schedule his face grows hard, but then turns back to normal.

"Not all the same classes, but we have periods 1, 3, 6, and 8 together," he says genuinely happy.

"Cool," I say. "It's nice to know somebody." I pause. "But, um.. when you were looking over my schedule- I don't mean to be rude, but you seemed… I don't know, skeptical?"

"Nothing, Beatrice," he says, sneering.

"There's a reason I changed my name, Four."

He laughs, and we end up in front of the first class. We walk in and the teacher isn't in yet. It's actually been a good day so far, but it has barely begun. The best has yet to come, I'm sure.