Study Group

by Trisaba Daph Ride 464

Tris' life is like the titanic. On the outside she is unsinkable. If you know her, you can see she is sinking, and no matter how hard you try, she will always keep sinking. But along with her life, Tris has another problem on her hands: School. When Tris' mom signs her up for a study group, will she be able to open up? Will someone be able to save her? A/N. Fourtris.

NEW STYLE OF WRITING!

Hey my ducklings! I am trying to make my fanficions the quality of my ACTUAL writing! If this story goes well it will be continued! Sorry, I really should not be starting another story, but whateves! I. DO NOT. OWN. DIVERGENT.

Prologue

Never in my life had I been so glad I didn't eat breakfast that morning. I would have thrown it all up anyway. It all stared with math. How could it not? Take one jellouse boy, hell bent on revenge, plus one sidekick to hold me down equals what? Me being locked in a janitors closet for FIFTEEN days! But, in my case, it really did start in math. The day does not stick out in my memory then other important days. The details are fussy, but the pain hot and clear. If days had labels, the label for that day would not be 'The day it happened ', nor would it be 'The day that changed my life'. No, the label would be 'The day I got an A in math'. So there is my excuse. There is my reason for my coldness. There is the reason I became Tris. It would be cliché to say Beatrice died that day, but that is exactly what happened. I'm going to stop droning on about my life now. You don't care. Nobody does. At least, that's what I used to believe. That's what I told myself when I packed my bags. That's what I told myself when I ran. That's what I told myself when I was found. That's what I told myself when I knocked on my mother's door. That's what I am telling myself now.

Hey! It's short, but IT'S A PROLOGUE! If I get 10 reviews and/or followers/favorites, I will keep the story. If not, I'll delete it and Try again!