Author's Note:
Hey, guys! This is my first fanfiction that I'm posting. I hope I'm doing this correctly. I absolutely love the "Divergent" trilogy! I hope you like the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own the "Divergent" books or the characters, Veronica Roth does.
Jumping Through the Stars
Chapter One:
"Beatrice? Beatrice? Beatrice!"
"What?" I rolled over in bed to see my godmother, Jeanine, standing in my doorway.
"You need to get out of bed! School starts at 7:50, and it is 7:10. You only have thirty-five minutes before you need to leave!"
"Okay; I'm coming." Jeanine nodded and walked out of my bedroom. I rolled my eyes. It doesn't usually take me any more than thirty minutes to get ready for school and go out to the barn to take care of my horse, Armor. My older brother, Caleb, doesn't believe I should horseback ride. He thinks it's too dangerous and that there's no reason to ride.
There's reason, though. When you ride it's like you're flying. It's just you and your horse; you two have a connection, with no words. When else can you have that? Plus, there's the love: the love of horses, the love of riding. That's a reason all on its own.
Jeanine, or Aunt Jeanine, as she likes Caleb and me to call her, believes in riding. She doesn't believe in the love, though; she believes in the ribbons. She has no love for riding, but she does love the competition. I take part in way more shows than I'd like to, because Aunt Jeanine signs me up for them. I get no say in the shows. I enjoy riding when I can relax and just have fun with Armor. I'm getting sick of the competitions.
I'm pulled from my thoughts by a knock on the door. I jump out of bed and quickly begin changing into black leggings and a navy blue tank-top. I showered last night, so I don't need to this morning.
"Who is it?" I called through the door as I slid into a navy blue lace blouse.
"Caleb."
"Okay, give me a minute." I tossed my pajamas into my hamper and pulled the hair-tie out of my hair, shaking my head to let my hair fall down out of my bedtime bun. It falls over my shoulders. My hair is a dirty-blonde color that reaches all the way down to my lower back. I have a long and straight nose and pink lips. My eyes are my favorite feature on my face. They're a sparkling blue-grey color with lighter blue specks here and there. I'm a small girl, but I do have strength. Many people don't consider horseback riding a sport, but, in my opinion, it is, and it gives you quite the leg and arm muscles. Your abs isn't half bad, and your posture's great!
I brushed through my thick, wavy hair and let Caleb know that he could come in. The door swung open and Caleb stepped in.
"Are you excited?" He asked me. I nodded. I wasn't thrilled about school; I was nervous, but I was excited to begin high school this year. "Great! I bet you'll love it at school!" Caleb is beginning his third year at Chicago High School, or C.H.S., today. He's always loved school and is extremely intelligent, ever since pre-school.
"I hope I do," I responded.
"Yes. Well, I came to see if you need a ride to school?"
"I do. My car needs gas."
"Okay. Well, if you aren't ready by 7:30, I'm leaving without you." With that, he stepped out of my room and closed my door. I finished brushing my hair, and then pulled the long strands into a high ponytail. I glanced in the mirror. Not too bad! I grabbed my phone and my black and red over-the-shoulder bag for school and headed out the door. On my way downstairs, I checked the time on my phone.
I only have five minutes until Caleb leaves!
I ran down the remaining steps and tossed my bag onto the floor near the door. I quickly slid on my black leather combat boots and laced them up. I swung open the front door and raced outside and around the house to our barn. We also have a small outdoor ring for me to exercise Armor in, in the backyard. I sped past the ring and jogged into the barn, not wanting to spook Armor by running. I quickly grabbed my baby's water bucket and sprinted back outside; I filled it up with the hose and returned it to Armor. I then grabbed a chunk of hay and placed it in the feed bag that holds the hay in Armor's stall. I gave Armor a pat and walked out of his stall, locking it behind me. I jogged out of the barn and to the front yard, hoping Caleb hadn't left yet.
Thanks a lot, Caleb. His car wasn't in the driveway; he left.
I huffed and stomped back inside, grumbling about Caleb leaving fifteen minutes before school starts when the drive to school from our house lasts only five minutes. It's not a bad habit, since I'm often late to school, but I wish he'd waited for me. I stomped to the kitchen, grabbed an apple, and pulled out my phone. I opened Christina's contact. I quickly sent her a message asking her to pick me up for school.
A few seconds later, my phone rang. "Hello?" I answered.
"Hi. Sorry, but I'm already at school," Christina said.
I frowned, but said that it was fine. We said our goodbyes, and I decided to try Lynn. She answered her phone on the second ring.
"Hi! Can I have a ride to school please?"
"Sure. I'll be there soon," Lynn responded.
"Okay. Thanks. Bye," I said.
"Bye." I turned off my cell phone. I finished my apple, and headed upstairs to brush my teeth.
As soon as I finished brushing, I heard a car horn outside. I switched off the bathroom light, ran downstairs, grabbed my bag, and ran outside, yelling a 'goodbye' to Aunt Jeanine on my way. I shut the door and jogged to Lynn's bright red car.
"Hey!" I said, buckling my seat-belt in the front passenger's seat.
"Hi."
"Thanks for picking me up. Caleb left almost ten minutes ago, and because I wasn't ready yet, he left without me." She laughed and I smiled before turning on the radio.
We sang along to every song all the way to C.H.S., screaming each lyric loudly and off-key.
Author's Note:
Thanks for reading, and I hope you liked it! Please tell me what you think so far! I don't have a writing schedule; I'll update when I can. Thank you!
See you later! :)
~MoMaster