Chapter 1: A New Life

I live in Chicago. Very boring. It's the same thing every day. Get up, eat breakfast, get dressed….or not. And just lazily walk around my new house. I'm Beatrice Prior. But i would prefer Tris. I found nothing fun to do here. We moved from California, the sweet air, Cool Ocean, starry sky California. Now I'm in smoky aired, no ocean, lights everywhere Chicago. Yay. My dad had us move to Chicago because of his stupid promotion at work. See, he works with the government. The promotion made him move for this new project and he has to be near his project. So yeah. Today we are going to meet this so called partner and I'm already dreading it. I'm not a big people person after what happened in 9th grade…

Anyway. Apparently my dad's partner is named Marcus Eaton and has a son that goes to my school. The only reason I have to go with my dad to meet Marcus is so I could meet his son. I don't want to make any friends this year because it all ends up in trouble and humiliation. I just want to finish my last two years of high school and move away to Europe or something. Reason? Well because I want to escape my life here. It all started in 9th grade. Me and my best friend Alicia was hosting a party for all the freshman's so we can celebrate finishing our first week of high school. The party was awesome. I met this one guy seemed really nice. He was sadly me first kiss. He pulled me into a corner and we started making out. Then, while we were still sucking each other's faces, I heard a frustrated scream. It was Alicia. Apparently she was made that I kissed the guy she liked and 'had dibs' on. When we went back to school I was humiliated. Alicia told everyone that I had sex with a kid I just met. People just kept calling me a slut, bitch, or whore. I started to believe them after a while. I was also called ugly, a skank, a cunt, masturbator or a person who doesn't deserve to live. I fell into depression after that and I still am.

My parents said it was good that I was going to a new school. They said I'll get a fresh start and I'll be able to make new friends. I just keep thinking that I will fuck up again and the rumors would carry on. Currently I'm waiting for my dad to come down stairs so we can get over to the Eaton house and "make friends," as my mom put it. He comes down me nice black slacks, a blue button up and some dress shoes. He looks at me and sighs. I'm wearing black jeans, a black tank top, a black sweater, and black vans. I'm mourning the loss of my life. He just nods to the door signaling that were leaving. Let my new life begin. Yay.