Hi someoneorother123 here, I thought I'd start a new fanfic, a Divergent one! This is my first Divergent fanfic so I'm eager to see how it turns out. It's set about twenty years after the events in the Divergent series, and is about a girl named Tris Prior, who is the daughter of Christina and Caleb, please please please please, review this. I'd love to see what you think.

Chapter 1

"I'll race you back!" My younger sister, Natalie said as we walked home from school.

"You don't stand I chance," I shouted back, starting to run. My legs pounded against the street as I ran. Finally, I reached the small block of apartments we lived in.

"Ha! I won!" I said happily as Natalie reached the building.

"Well you're three years older than me," she pointed out, trying to defend herself. Together we ran up the stairs to the door of our apartment.

"They're home!" I heard my younger sister, Cara, yell as we opened the door.

"Hi Tris, hi Natalie," she said, engulfing me in a hug.

"Alright, let go of my now," I said, but she refused to let go. I laughed as I picked her up and tossed her over my back, so she was upside down.

She giggled as I paraded around the living room.

"Alright, that's enough." My mother said, taking my three year-old sister from me. "Go and do your homework you two," she continued. We groaned but rushed into our rooms.

I opened my history textbook, we were doing Modern History at the moment, but I didn't think it was modern. We were learning what happenned over 150 years ago. For some reason, they never taught us what happenned in between now and when the genetic default happenned, I know it was the time my parents and grandparents grew up in.

After putting writing the final sentence of my short essay on the genetic defaults, I heard a knock on the door.

"Daddy's home!" I heard my younger brother Uriah, say.

I opened the door of my room and ran over to hug my father, he was dressed in a blue suit, the same as he always was.

"Your just in time for dinner," my mother said, emerging from the kitchen, carrying my baby brother Fletcher.

All of us kids were named after someone close to my parents. Natalie was named after my grandmother, Will was named after my mother's boyfriend, Uriah was named after my parents best friend, Cara was named after my dad's friend and apparently Will's brother and Fletcher was named after my grandfather. But I never found out who I was named after, Tris.

Dinner was just chatter, everyone talking at the same time, trying to tell everyone what happened to them that day. I just listened, to Will telling us how he had done well in his Maths test, to Uriah saying how a boy had hit another boy, to Natalie saying how she answered a hard question. I loved it.

After dinner we were sent to bed, I don't know why, it was quite early, so I just stayed in bed reading. I loved reading, how the words flew off the page to create pictures in your mind. I remember back when I was nine, I was bullied for reading during lunch, but it didn't bother me. People can think what they want to think.

Finally I turned off my light and tried to get some sleep, but it didn't come. I lay in bed, hoping I could get some sleep. Then I heard whispering near my door.

I stood up and went over to the door, pressing my ear too it. My parents were discussing something.

"When are we going to tell her?" I heard my mother say.

Are they talking about me? I thought.

"Do we have to tell her now? Isn't she a bit young?" My dad replied.

"Caleb, come on, she's thirteen, I think she should know," my mum said.

They're definitely talking about me, what don't I know?

There was silence, before my mother continued.

"Why don't you want to tell her?" She asked quietly.

"Well, because if we tell her, I won't be her father anymore, it's alright for you, you'll still be her mother," he said a little sadly.

I gasped, wasn't dad my real father? I needed answers.

"I know, maybe we'll wait" My mother replied.

I slid down my bedroom door, shocked. Dad wasn't my real father. I felt a tear slide down my face, I was angry, sad and for some reason excited, all at the same time.

I was angry because my parents didn't tell me, sad because I wanted Dad to be my father, and excited because nothing interesting had hapenned in my life until now.

I walked back to bed, my head swimming after what just hapenned, surprisingly I fell asleep quite quickly.

When I woke up the next morning I lay in bed for a while, trying to remember what had hapenned last night. Then I remembered. Dad wasn't my real father and I needed to find out who was. I had worked out a plan.

I walked out into to the kitchen, not bothering to greet my parents, I was still angry at them for not telling me.

"Well, aren't you going to say good morning to us?" Mum asked.

"Politeness is deception in disguise," I replied, mimicking what she used to tell me.

"Don't talk back to me, what's gotten into you?" She asked.

"It's because she's a teenager," Will said, matter-of-factly, earning a glare from me.

"Shut up Will" I moaned to him, picking up a piece of toast.

"Can you pass me a piece?" Will asked and I grumpily gave one to him.

"Can I have a thank-you?" I asked after he had taken it from me.

"Politeness is deception in disguise," he said cheekily. Uriah and Natalie started to giggle.

I rolled my eyes at them and stormed off to my room, pretending to be angry. But they didn't know that there was a smile on my face, because I knew one thing. Even if they weren't my full siblings, even if Dad wasn't my real father. They were still my family.

I really hope you enjoyed that introductory chapter, just to explain what's going on. Please, please, please review, it'd make my day. I'd love some constructive criticism, to help me with my next chapter but also some positive feedback would be good as well, so I can see what I'm doing well. Thanks for reading!