hi! this is my first fanfic so constructive criticism is welcome with open arms, Anyways, on to the story!

Tris pov:

I wake up to the most annoying sound on the face of this universe, the modern-day alarm clock. I finally get out of bed around the third ring.

As I was getting my clothes for the first day of school, the radio started playing my favorite song.

"You can stand under my umbrella,

"You can stand under my umbrella-ella-ella-eh-eh-eh"

It's my favorite song because well I sang it! (And wrote it too!)

Oh shoot! I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Beatrice Prior, but you can call me Tris, and if you hadn't guessed already I am the singer/songwriter Six.

I've never been to high school because I was always traveling, it didn't help that my parents are barely home because they're so high in the manager Tori says I should just stick to home schooling, in fear of the paparazzi finding out who I am, but I actually want to see how it goes.

I trip over my on feet going down our four flights of stairs (A/N I'm sorry I had to do that) and nearly crash into my butler Bob.

"Beatrice are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm ok." (A/N sorry for that too!)

"Anyways, your breakfast in in the kitchen and don't be late for the first day of school!

"okay, okay sheesh"

I stuff my" cooked to perfection" toast in my mouth as I grab my keys and backpack.

I jump into my newly polished black convertible and drive off.

As I park my car in hell- I mean the student parking lot, I am greeted by the crowd of dudes ogling me and my car.

"Bro, look at her"

"No dude, look at her car"

"I bet she doesn't even know what she is driving!"

Seriously, Sexist much!?

"It's a 1984 Chevrolet Camaro Z28 - Black Supercharged Z w/ T-tops, 750 double pumper, and brand new 4'' cowl hood" I pipe in.

"Whoa"

"Whoa"

"Whoa"

One of the dudes butts in,

"Hey I'm Peter, nice to meet you"

I reply with "hi, I don't care"

As I walked away with a confident smirk etched on to my face, you could hear peter's friends saying

"Ooh, you got burned"

You could also see peter's face turning redder than a tomato.

God, I love high school.

outfit:

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