Hi! So this will be Tris going to high school, in modern day. Tris is a sophomore(16) and for the purpose of the story, Tobias is too. Enjoy!

CH 1:

I wake up with a groan, the tinkling sound that means I've gotten a text sounds through my room, jarring me awake. I grab my phone, and look at the screen, whoever texted me will get hell from me; everyone who knows me knows that I don't do night time texting. The screen reads Susan. Of course, she wakes early to make breakfast for her family, and she would expect me to be awake as well. I look to the clock: 5:48. Susan likes her breakfasts to be special, which means a long and arduous task of a 2 hour breakfast process.

Susan's' text reads, 'I'm going to miss you at school today :..('

I pick up my phone and respond, ' I will miss you 2!'

Before I moved several days ago, and Susan and I were neighbors, and best friends. Well as close as I could get to a friend. In the town I used to live, every family valued selflessness, and talking about yourself was a rare and most of the time rude thing to do. So how you were supposed to ever have any real friends I will never know.

Susan's brother, Robert, had had a crush on me ever since I can remember and a week before it was announced that our family would move, Robert made a move on me. Out of the blue, he just kissed me. Later I told him we were moving and he was furious, he was really in to me, unfortunately for him. I'll only miss Susan.

I try falling back to sleep, I have my first day of my sophomore year at the new school here today. I'm pretty exited, from what my parents have told me, this school is really unique and interesting; I'm looking froward to seeing the school. From what my parents have told me I've established that the school is based on certain virtues that are viewed as the defining characteristics of human nature. Or at least that's how my father described it. When you first come to the school, which is generally your sophomore year because that is the year the school starts, (okay I know that's weird but that's how it goes: the school goes from 10-12th grades. and p.s this is a middle of the story authors note, this won't happen often.) you choose which virtue you want to be in. My mother told me to think of it like Harry Potter, like the houses that are at Hogwarts. These virtues, or factions, are each very different. Before you can be an official member of the school you take what is called the aptitude test to determine what faction you will best fit in. Each faction have a slightly different form of education. For example one faction, Erudite, focus completely on education and getting the highest IQ possible and getting as much college credit as possible. Another faction, Dauntless, focus on the more athletic side of school. It includes classes that you go to but puts more focus on physical fitness and sports. People from Dauntless generally get college scholarships for sports. Each faction has it's own dress code and each act differently than each other. As well as the factions, the school is an almost boarding school, meaning you go home on the weekends but stay over night on weekdays. You stay in dorms separated by gender. Its is all so new and different and exiting. I can't wait to see where I belong.

I look to the clock which now reads 6:34. Might as well get up now. I stand up and switch off my alarm clock so it won't go off when I get ready. I generally don't take showers in the morning but I have a ton of time.

I grab my towel and head into the shower. I set the water to cold to wake me up. Because my family doesn't believe in extravagance, I don't have any of those special 'lavender infused cherry blossom silk' shaving creams and herbal essence shampoos like most teenage girls have. I have my white bar of soap, original shampoo and conditioner, and my disposable razor. Most girls would find it ridiculous but I find it neat and organized.

I step out of the shower and dry myself off. For the first day of school I would want to look cute but my parents don't really supply me with cute clothes, just the necessary. I step into a light grey blouse. It is my favorite shirt for going out because it is the closest to cute I have. My mother got it for me for my 15th birthday. I put on a pair of lose fitting jeans and head out to the kitchen for breakfast.

My mother prepared eggs and toast. I sit down and listen to my parents conversation as I eat quietly. My brother Caleb and I have always done this, it has become something of normality. I'm not really interested in what my parents are talking about but I know that it has something to do with my father finding a job. I think he found one but he's talking it out with mother before he agrees. That is one thing I really like about my family; we make decisions together.

"The owner of the business, Marcus Eaton, will be coming over for dinner tonight. I suggested he bring his family as well, but I don't know who that is." My father says. This is the first complete sentence I've collected through the whole conversation. I'm not sure how I feel about a stranger coming over for dinner, but I don't really have a say. It's for my father's job, so if I'm asked I'll agree.

I stand up and wash my dishes off. I head up stairs and go into my bathroom. I don't have much getting ready to do. I don't wear much makeup, because it is considered extravagance. The only thing I do is apply cover up where it's needed. My mother thought that this was appropriate considering I'm a teenage girl.

I look at myself in the small mirror above the sink. I see a young looking girl who could pull off the ages from 12-16. My face is a nice shape but my nose is slightly large, as are my eyes. I'm not pretty but I'm not ugly either.

"Beatrice, come on!" Caleb shouts from downstairs. I take my back pack and my suit case and head down the stairs.

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I step out of the car and take a quick breathe. The school is absolutely beautiful. There is plentiful greenery almost everywhere, and in front and around most buildings are flower beds. There are covered pathways between each building and the buildings are made of a sandstone looking rock. The buildings, most of them at least, have a very obvious purpose. The two buildings on the far left are the dorm rooms and cafeteria. These are thick and comfortable looking buildings with a large lawn with a lot of benches and trees surrounding the area. Next to it is the main building/office/meeting rooms. This building looks more mature and not as light. Probably not occupied often by students. Next are the long buildings, probably for the classes. These are connected by a maze of pathways and trees. There are a few large square buildings next to it and then various sport fields and courts next to that. The school is very spacious and interesting.

My whole family stands next to our car, admiring the school. I see my mother smile in approval and my father has his 'this should have a good ending' face on. They are both pleased.

"Well you guys need to get going, you'll be late." My mother says. She comes up to Caleb and I and gives us each a tight hug. After my mother says her goodbyes my father does the same.

"We love you! See you soon!" My mother says, waving out the passenger window.

Caleb and I turn around and head to the office looking building. We're greeted by a long line of students waiting for their schedules like we are.

After 10 minutes of waiting, we get to the front.

"Name?" Asks the secretary lady.

"Beatrice Prior." She looks through a file cabinet and hands me a thin packet of paper, the first containing my schedule. I'm about to thank her and turn away when she starts speaking again. "Your regular schedule will not begin until tomorrow. Today will be devoted to moving in and finding which faction best suits you. You will have until 9:00 to get moved in. When you are finished you will meet in the assembly hall. Your packet contains a map and any other things you will need." The way she says it is like she's reading from a script; I'm sure she's been saying this to all the new sophomores.

I head out of the building and wait for Caleb. After waiting a few seconds a tall dark skinned girl comes up to me. "Are you lost? Because I know where to go." I'm about to object but I generally don't make friends very easily and this is a perfect opportunity. "I'm Christina." This girl says.

"I'm Beatrice." But that has been my name all my life, for all the years of being selfless and quiet. "But please call me Tris." I add. "Sure." She responds. " I don't think I've seen you around here before, did you move here?"

"Yes," I respond. "From a little town in Montana. It was population 2000 or something " Christina laughs a little. "It was called Abstinence. The people who lived there kinda took the name to heart and certainly did not to anything special for themselves, everyone there always projected outward."

"Sounds awful." This time it's my turn to laugh. I think I like this girl.

We arrive at the dorm building. We open the door and a man stands there. "You get to pick your dorm and who you share it with yourselves. Chose wisely; this decision cannot be reversed. The dorms hold two people each." Well this is nice. I look at Christina, silently asking if she wants to bunk together. She nods. "We'll have a dorm together." I say. He hands us a key with a blue rubber tag with the floor and room number. It is on the 3rd floor, room 167. We lug our bags up to the elevator. We move our hands to press the elevator button at the same time, then draw our hands back at the same time, then both put our hands back in. We look at each other and start laughing. Eventually- I guess Christina pressed the button- the elevator opens and we step inside.

Our bags' wheels make a clink sound over the square tiles as we walk. The walls are tan and completely smooth and I find myself running my hand along it's surface as we walk. Christina stares at me- for good reason too, what the heck am I doing?

"What?" I say with a laugh. "It's smooth." She looks at me questioningly. We both start laughing again. Soon we're on either side of the hallway running our hands along the walls like idiots.

We reach our dorm and through our bags in. The dorm is small and comfortable. It has three rooms. A main room with a black mini fridge, a little round table, two-person couch and T.V. The room next to it is a small bathroom that has a washer a dryer built into the wall which is connected to the bedroom that has two twin beds and dressers. It is a really nice space. Not too much room, but enough to be comfortable. I guess you just leave you clothes here over the weekend because of the washer and dryer. I'm really happy- this is so different and exiting.

We unpack our clothes into the dressers and add personal items around the room. Christina is going on about how we should make the dorm personalized and add a wall of pictures of us and our friends. "And by the end of the year it would be completely full, and the whole apartment would be complete! It would be perfect, don't you think?"

"Oh, yeah!"I tell her, feigning enthusiasm. I've never acted so like myself around a person I've known for less than an hour before, but I really like Christina.

I look at the clock. "Christina we have to go! We have to be at the assembly hall in three minutes!" A little shriek comes from the room she's in and she runs out. "Lets go!" She yells. We run out together, and make it to the assembly hall right on time.

Well thanks for reading everyone, I hope you liked it! The next chapter will be about the choosing ceremony. Okay don't get mad at me but it's kinda like Harry Potter, this next part. OMG don't steal my idea: I'm making a crossover of Divergent and HP. No STEALING THAT IS MY BRILLIANT IDEA THAT JUST CAME TO ME! I don't know about you but this school seems pretty darn awesome. And just in case you didn't get it the school starts at sophomores and goes to seniors. I don't know why I did that, it just works. So yeah... I guess middle schools now go from 6-9 grades. That's what happens when I write stories I mess everything up!

Well thats all for now, I should update soonish! I have two other stories also so I gotta do them too!

Thanks for reading,

Anna