Okay guys, this is my first story so please keep an open mind when reading! I am open to suggestions. I am obsessed with Divergent and THG and I'm actually writing a bunch of different types of Divergent stuff like after the war when they're both training initiates and other stuff! I just hope that you like what I write .

-M

When I wake up, the alarm is blaring in my ears. I groan and roll over so that my head is under my pillow. Oh my god. Today is my first day of school.

I just moved to Chicago and I am not at all happy about it. I am going to go to the same school that I would have, but I don't like people in general.

My dad got a new job, accompanied by ten more huge loads of money every week. We moved into this huge four-story mansion. It has everything that you could possibly think of, including a walk-in closet that is almost bigger than my bedroom filled with a new wardrobe picked out by my brother's girlfriend.

Most of the clothes are very conservative considering that my family highly values selflessness, which means that we frown upon vanity and luxury. My problem with that is that, if we are supposed to be restraining from luxury, then why do we have a four-story house when there are only four people in our family?

I don't mind. I slide out from under the covers and reluctantly make my way to the shower before I realized that I never turned off my alarm. Oh well.

I get in and out of the shower quickly. I dry and brush my hair and I put it in a knot at the back of my head. I put the last things into my suit case, the school is like a boarding school, and I walk into my closet. I throw on a gray tank top, a black sweater, and a pair of black jeans. I grab my phone off of my dresser and I drag my bags down the stairs and set them by the door.

I go into the cabinet. I have a small bowl of cereal and I am out the door. My Mom, Dad, and brother, Caleb, are already in the car. I throw my bags into the trunk and make my way into the back seat.

I am really nervous to find out who I'm rooming with.

When we get to the school, Caleb and I say goodbye to our parents and go up to the school. Our dorms are separated by "factions" and each has their own standards. There are five; Dauntless, Abnegation, Erudite, Amity, and Candor. I am in Dauntless and Caleb is in Erudite.

I think that Dauntless values courage and Erudite values intelligence. He will fit in fine; he has always been so smart. I am not so sure about myself.

The school is only for students from grades ten to twelve so I do not see anybody that is younger than me. Classes don't start for another week, but we are supposed to be settled in now.

I pull my bags up to my dorm and I see a tall, thin girl with tan skin and short brown hair laying on a bed listening to music.

Christina.

She looks up when I come in.

"Hi," she says, "it's been so long since I've seen you!"

"Christina," I say. "Oh my god I can't believe we're roommates!"

"I know right! Did you miss me?"

"Of course! Did you miss me? Have you seen Will yet?"

"Well duh," she starts "and no I haven't seen Will yet."

"Are you nervous?"

"A little bit. But, I mean, it's not like we're dating."

"That could change!" I say. She smiles.

She is wearing a pair of black jeans and a black cashmere shawl over a black tank top. I don't normally wear a lot of black but it looks good on her and I know that it is the main color of our faction.

"Okay, Tris, you look really cute, but can I give you a makeover before opening ceremonies?"

"Um…" I start, but I don't finish.

She pulls me into the bathroom with a small suitcase full of what I assume is make-up. She goes back into the dorm. For a few minutes I am sitting alone in a bathroom until she comes back in with a black off-the-shoulder sweater-ish thing and a…curling iron?

She holds the shirt up to me and nods in approval. She waves me away into the bathroom to put it on and I don't object, but when she takes an eyeliner pencil out of her suit case I start to speak.

"Shush," she scolds.

"But-,"

"No!"

I keep my mouth shut.

She goes to work on my eyes with eyeliner and then eye shadow and then five different mascaras. Then she takes out a tube of cherry flavored lip gloss and hands it to me. I put it on.

I've never had much cause to wear makeup, but when she tells me to stand up and I look in the mirror, I like what see. I feel like my face is painted, but it looks almost natural.

"Sit," she tells me.

"What?" I'm confused.

"Hair."

"Ugh!"

"Just do it!"

"Fine!" I sit.

She pulls my hair out of the bun and uses the curling iron to straighten and re-curl it. When I look in the mirror again, I have to say, I'm the prettiest that I've ever been.

"Thank you."

"Oh, no problem."

Then it's time for lunch.