Divergent Life

by DarkFourTrisNox

Tris's senior year of high school. No factions but people still are divided in to groups. Will her past come back to her? This is my first fanfiction, really excited to see where this goes. Please review and pm to keep this story alive. Rated M for language and possible lemons in the future. This story has been put on hiatus until further notice.

1. Chapter 1

Hey guys this is my first time to write a fanfiction but I like to read fanfictions in my free time. So if you like my fanfiction and want me to continue then I highly suggest that you leave a review or pm me so I can continue writing. So here we go on Divergent Life.

Chapter 1 (Tris's POV)

I wake up to my alarm clock screaming at me. I try to kill the noise but I knock the clock off the nightstand. Fuck! I think to myself. But it's the first day of school, and I have to get up to go to the office to grab my schedule. I look at my phone and it reads 7:45 AM, shit I'm going to be late for school. Just as I'm putting my contacts in, my brother Caleb is beating my door down. "Tris! Get your ass up, your going to be late!" he says from the other side of the door.

"Fuck off, Caleb. I'll be on time." I yell back at him. Damn, he can be such an Erudite sometimes.

I put on minimal makeup with a little bit of eyeliner and mascara and get dressed in a a black v-neck, some black jeans, and my favorite pair of combat boots. I take a minute to look at myself in the mirrior and I think to myself Damn! You look good Tris! and head out the door to grab a granola bar off the counter, my backpack, and my keys to my new black 2014 mustang convertible. Thank God the school is like a 5 minute drive from my house. I walk into the office to grab my schedule when I run into a "wall", well it was actually more like a really buff guy with deep blue eyes. "Sorry about that. I didn't hurt you did I?" he says with a really faint chuckle.

"No, umm," I say mesmerized by his eye. Are they really that blue? He's kinda cute. Snap out of it Tris! "It's my fault I'm really clumsy. I'm Tris." I hold out my hand expecting him not to shake it, but it surprises me when he shake me hand with a firm yet loose handshake.

"I'm Four, well that's what everybody calls me, so what the hell I just go by it now."

"Well, I should get my schedule." I say blushing a little.

"Yeah. I'll see you around Tris." he says. And with that he leaves the office.

I walk up to the desk to grab my papers and I see that volleyball try outs are today after school, and I think Hey, this team is going to state with me on the team. Good thing I brought some extra clothes and my kneepads, I guess Christina is just going to have to reschedule that national team meeting until tomorrow. I'll text her about it later.

I walk out of the office without running into anymore walls (figuratively and physically), I briefly stop at my locker 4610, what a coincidence that those numbers add up to 10 , and put my books an look at my schedule.

1st: Art- 8:05-9:00 – Wu, Tori; MON. WED. FRI. week 1 : TUES. THURS. week2

1st:Music- 8:05-9:00 – Wu, Tori; TUES. THURS. week1 : MON. WED. Fri. week2

2nd: AP Psychology- 9:05-9:55 – Reyes, Johanna

BREAK: 10:00 -10:35

3rd: Ap English- 10:40-11:15 – Matthews, Jeannie

4th: BC Calculus- 11:20-12:10 – Kang, Jack

LUNCH: 12:15-12:50

5th: AP Spanish- 12:55- 1:40 – Wu, Tori

6th: AP Chemistry- 1:45-2:35 – Prior, Andrew

7th: Athletics- 2:40-3:30 – Parker, Amar; MON. WED. FRI. only

7th: Self Defense- 2:40-3:30 – Pedrad, Zeke; TUES. THURS. only

Just as I'm closing my locker the bell rings. "Shit!" I mutter under my breath. Well the good and bad news is that I have my dad as a teacher. Ugh!

I hope you like it and want me to continue on this story because I have big plans for Tris's future. Possible lemons in the future, so pm me or review the story, open to criticism and want to make this story better.