DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANY CHARACTERS. JUST THE PLOT, ETC. THEY ALL BELONG TO VERONICA :)

Chapter 1

"morning!" i let out a cheery shout as i stumbled down the stairs

The must-be-elegant young lady, just had to stumble down the stairs. I got my white tank wrinkled. Just great. Good thing my Cardigan and skirt were still fine.

"Good morning hun, now now, manners at all times, you got it sweetheart?" Mom told me.

it wasn't an option. it was an order.

"Yes mother, so, what are we having for breakfast?" i kept my voice low.

"Eggs and bacon, why don't you help your brother to set things up?" she said in a tone that is suppose to be an order.

I walked into the kitchen and then there stood my annoying, smart brother.

He's not annoying or anything. I'm just usually jealous of him alright. He's just better at everything and I mean everything. Of course I won't tell him that, I have some self-pride.

"Good morning, Caleb."

He turns and nods. "Beatrice. hey, a little help?"

I sigh. "Sure, why ever not?"

I started flipping the eggs and place them in each plate, as I put each eggs, the smell of the fried bacon fills the room.

I was about to get a go for it, to snatch a strip of bacon away from the plate he was holding, but Caleb knew my trick-or that's what I assumed. He pushed me out of the kitchen and I stood there dumbfounded.

What a killjoy.

I sat on the chair, waiting for the meal. I wolfed down the breakfast immediately once the plate was set in front of me. I grabbed my books and bag and rushed out the door, mumbling a goodbye.

I unzipped my bag and took out my clothes. my skirt was replaced with a dark blue skinny jeans. I exchanged my beige cardigan with a leather jacket. I hate being so formal. I snuck them into my bike's compartment.

I jumped onto my motorbike, my car was being fixed and so, I have no choice, its either the motorcycle or walk. Not to mention that the school is downtown. oh, my mom doesn't even know I have this harley bike. I keep it in the shed, a place she will never visit.

I live on the uptown area, where the "royals" or "rich" lives. my family is in line to the throne of the Bureau Kingdom. I don't even know what such of a kingdom has that kind of name. yes, it's hideous. I'm pretty sure Caleb will take the throne because:

a) he's older than me b) he's the first child c)he's selfless and will do anything to help.

I'm Beatrice Natalie Prior. i'm mostly known as Tris Natalie. I don't use my surname because it's a royalty name. In these times, the child usually takes their parents names as their middle name. if its a girl, they take the mother's, if it's a guy, they take the father's.

Well I'm gonna stop the introduction and get back to my present life.

I drove to Divergent High. I came here to be just another person, I don't have to be me, the royal and ladylike with such manners. I could be the real me, the outgoing and very myself me, I could do anything I wanted without being judged. Well it's LA! of course everyone's going to judge you but not in that way.

I never told anyone my secret, no one should know my secret, and no one will.

Yes, I'm a princess. Arranged marriages, no time for love, nothing, everything is being done for me and everything is being controlled.

This is what I think about my life: I fucking hate my life.

I parked my bike outside, and place my helmet on top of it.

I went to school and all eyes turned my way, I'm nobody special or anyone popular, I'm just me. let me correct that, i may be popular but I'm certainly not pretty or the queen bee or a cheerleader. no, I'm the gangster gothic type and well, me.

Everyone avert their gaze back to what they were doing as soon as I gave them the glare. yeah that's right, my trademark is the glare. The one that will scare the shit out of people and will make kids cry till the pee. it happened before.

I walked through the hallway in complete silence. everyone were silent as well. I was getting tired of this so I shouted,"DON'T YOU HAVE ANYTHING ELSE TO DO INSTEAD OF STOPPING AND STARING AT ME?!"

Everyone started scurrying around.

I love this, no one knows or even care, I was walking smoothly to my locker when someone jumped at me.

"Hey girlfriend! whaddup?"

"Chris," i lower my voice, "you're scaring the shit out of me. don't jump on me like that."

"Alright, hurry. let's go. Yikes, everyone is seriously scared of you. not even kidding."

I laughed, then followed her to class.

I went home, after school. Mom's car is parked on the driveway. oh no. What makes her went home this early? It's just two o'clock. I took off my leather jacket and skinny jeans and wore back the a beige cardigan and pastel pink skirt I 'wore' this morning. I dragged my bike to the shed and went in from the front door.

I normally don't have to change back since my mom usually goes home around four thirty and i can go to my room and change into my appropriate clothing. Life sucks.

"Mother?" I called out.

"Over here beatrice," She replied from the living room.

I walked to the living room and asked her,"Mom? why are you-"

I stop mid-sentence. Oh my god.

I'm pretty sure my eyes bulged out and I was squeaking to find an excuse to get out of there. I know her.

My mom told me, "Beatrice, this is Evelyn Eaton my partner at work. she publishes my designs and she sponsors the store. Evelyn, this is my daughter Beatrice."

Four's mother right?

I curtsied and greeted her,"good afternoon mrs. Eaton , how are you doing?"

She laughs lightly, "I'm fine, I'm fine, you're Tris? my boy has been talk-"

My head shot up at the mention of my nickname.

"ma'am, it's Teatrice actually, not Tris." i corrected her and forced a smile.

She gave me a confused look. "Oh, then, very well, Beatrice."

I stood there awkwardly until my mother dismissed me.

That was close.

I went up to my room and started doing my homework.

I may be a rebel and a gangster, but I don't skip classes and not do all my assignments. if my mom gets called to my school and sees me, i'll be doomed. literally.

The doorbell rang as I was finishing my homework.

Who could it be?

Nevertheless, I rushed downstairs and got the door.

I stopped in front of the door and unlocked the door.

"Yes? who may you be looking for?" I asked formally.

I tuck a piece of hair that went running free to my face. I froze at the sight of him.

Oh. My. God.

Holy mother of- This day could not get any worse.

He looked up, straight to my face and his eyes popped at the sight of me.

I glared at him.

Then he looked at me up and down, scanning me.

i was about to roll my eyes some more and cuss out mean words at him before realizing myself. I'm still wearing the skirt, and cardigan. This is not me.

Well shit.

crap. crap. crap.

He started laughing in front of my door, he was crying. I turned frustrated and asked,"Who are you and who may you be looking for?"

"Whoa, Tris?! i can't believe it. you? it's you?" he went all hysterics again.

"I'm sorry, we don't give out inside information. Who are you looking for, again?" I emphasis on the last word.

"I'm Four Eaton, looking for Evelyn?" He controlled his laugh.

I sighed. "Please do come in," I opened the door to let him in.

Honestly, this day couldn't get any shittier.

Oh god. Please help me.

AN:

yess, I'm starting a new story! I hope you like the start of this story. weewee :)

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(I had to re-edit because I got the wrong file-not the final copy-but the content of the story is almost the same)

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