Authors Note: This is my first Fanfiction, so feel free to give me as much constructive criticism as you feel would help! I'll try to update everyday, if possible. Thanks for reading! Enjoy! -xoxo babys

I woke up to my alarm screaming in my ear. Shaking myself out of a restless sleep, I sit up and stretch, wincing as my joints pop. I swing my feet over the side of the bed and rub my feet on the fuzzy carpet, zoning off. After about 10 minutes, I shake myself out of it, stand up, and walk over to my closet. "What to wear?" I muse aloud as I brush my hands along all the clothes in my closet. I have to dress to impress, it's my first day after all.

Sorry sorry, let me back up. I haven't even introduced myself, and I'm telling you my life story. K, here we go. First of all, my name is Beatrice Prior and I'm 16 years old. For the past 16 years of my life, I've been living in Los Angeles, California (it's not as glamorous as you might think), but about a month ago, my dad got a new job in Chicago, and I was forced to move. I'm going into my junior year at Divergent High School, and I'm freaking out. K anyway, back to the story.

I search and search my closet, trying to find an outfit that looks cute, but doesn't look like I'm trying too hard. Finally, I settle on a pair of high-waisted light-washed jeans, a short sleeve black crop top, and my black and white high top vans. I walk into my bathroom to put my makeup on: a little blush and lipgloss (thank god for eyelash extensions and clear skin.) Then I brush and curl my long, blonde hair and look in the mirror. I look pretty good, but my nerves are starting to act up. Large bats are starting to appear in my stomach, and I almost feel sick. I shake off the scared feeling, grab my army green Kanken backpack, and run out of my room.

I run down the stairs and into the kitchen, make myself a bowl of cereal, and sit at the kitchen table, checking my Instagram. As I'm eating, my older brother Caleb walks into the kitchen and starts making himself cereal as well. Caleb and I are only 10 months apart, but if you were to look at us, you wouldn't even think we were related. I'm blonde, blue-eyed, and ridiculously short, while Caleb is tall, with dark hair and green eyes. We also have very different personalities, where Caleb is friendly and preppy, and I'm shy and quiet. Regardless of our differences though, Caleb and I are very close. It's nice having an older brother to be there for me. Anyway, he gets his cereal and sits next to me at the table. "So, are you excited for today," he asked as he filled his mouth with Fruit Loops. I rolled my eyes as I responded, "I guess so." He grinned and patted my shoulder, "You'll be fine. Just be yourself." I rolled my eyes again. Easy for him to say. He makes friends wherever he goes.

As I'm taking my empty cereal bowl to the sink, I hear my mother come into the room. "Good morning darling children!" she yells, kissing my brother and I before making a cup of coffee. "Morning Mom," we said in unison. She laughs and sips her coffee. "So, are you guys excited for your first day?" Caleb answered with an enthusiastic yes, but I just rolled my eyes. Glancing over at my phone, I see 7:45 on the screen. School starts at 8:00 and it takes at least 15 minutes to get everything set. "Mom, we would love to stay and talk, but we have to get to school now if we want to be on time." My mother sighed, gave the two of us hugs, and walked upstairs, coffee cup in hand. Caleb grabbed his keys and we were out the door.