I know this is overused but I enjoy reading these and thought I'd give it a try. I'l try to make it different to others so please give it a read and feel free to leave reviews on how I can improve it as I would strongly accept criticism.

I don't own divergent or any of it's characters.

The early winter breeze blew through my brother's broken car window. He'd been meaning to get that fixed, or at least he says. This was my first time in such a large town so I wasn't really sure what to expect. However as our parents were no longer around to fund the boarding school, this will have to do. "Cheer up Beatrice." I hear my brother say beside me as he pulls into the parking lot filled with countless people. I cringe at the sound of my name, it no longer sounds like my own. After the car has come to a stop, I exit before trailing after my brother. He's ten months older than me, and therefore still in my year. I never realised how comforting this was.

Caleb stops in his tracks after someone crosses his path, extending her hand. She is tall, with beach blonde hair and a deep shade of celery green eyes; basically looks like se has walked straight out of a magazine. I hear her introduce herself as Cara. I dismiss this as I pass Caleb and wave at him before walking off into the building. I search for someone who looks older, like they could be in charge of this pace but have no luck. I pass the entrance and spot a woman - in her forties probably - on the phone deep in conversation. She seems to notice me staring as she covers up the bottom of the phone and signals for someone, I'm not quite sure who.

I pull my grey bag back over my shoulder as I look for something that could guide me to the reception. With that, someone taps me on the shoulder and causes me to turn around. He looks a little older than me, though definitely a student, and I feel like I paused too long to try and read his eyes. They were this deep blue, like a never-ending stretch of ocean. "New girl?" I nod. "So I'm supposed to take you to the reception". I do not say anything but simply follow him. He didn't look like the kind of person you would want to make angry. "What's your name?" He asks as we come to a stop. "It's be a…"

"Hard one?" He asks, laughing slightly.

"Tris." I say, more firmly this time. He leans over causing me to step back yet be intrigued. "Welcome to Divergent High".

I turn around to find that I am right beside the reception. I cough slightly. "Can I help you?" Asks a woman behind the desk as she continues to look at her screen. "Yes, I'm new here, I'm not sure if you…"

"Prior. Beatrice Prior isn't it?" I nod while gulping.

"Although I'd like to be called Tris if that is okay?" I shouldn't have said that. "I'm sure we could arrange that." She replies, brushing a blonde lock of hair behind her ear. "And call me Ms. Mathews" With that, she places an envelope into my hand.

I glance at my timetable

First period: Language Arts - Madame Lucia

Second period: Chemistry - Ms. Mathews

Third period: Gym - Coach Amar

Lunch - Cafeteria B

Fourth period: Free

Fifth period: Philosophy - Mr. Eaton

I recognise that name, Eaton. Shake it off as I proceed to find my locker.

I find it after a few times of basically walking around in circles. My locker surprisingly opens with ease and to my delight it is over twice as big as my previous one. What do people keep in here? It then hits me that I have no idea where any of my classes are. I look over my right shoulder and notice a girl, with raven black hair and cherry lips; pretty. I tap her hoping she would notice. She turns back and smiles, more than I thought she would. "Hey, I'm …"

"New here? I know word travels fast around here. I'm Christina. Do you need help finding any of your classes? What's your name by the way?" I relax and nod. "Tris, by the way". I say imitating her. "Well we have first and third the same but I'm sure we can find someone to accompany you through the others".

I've never done language arts in my old school. The curriculum was much more simple and to the point. I take a seat next to Christina and wait for the teacher to arrive. Madame Lucia arrives just as the bell rings and she was not what I expected. She was young with ginger hair that fell just past her waist who entered a classroom with more grace that any student here did. As she proceeded to teach the lesson, I kept thinking of my parents, and how they would argue in the kitchen every night over meaningless hints only to make up minutes later. I smiled to myself before bringing my mind back into focus. The bell rings.

"Tris, I have math now but this is Marlene, she has the same Chem class as you. Make nice please." She disappears into the crowd. Marlene laughs at her friend's comment before signalling for me to follow her. I laugh and do so. Chemistry was only a few doors away however we notice that Ms. Mathews is already there and is unpacking. Play along Marlene mouths to me as she bursts through the door panting. "Sorry. Tris was unsure where to go and we were in the South building. This wont happen again." She's convincing. Ms. Mathews turns to me and I nod before apologising. "Don't repeat this girls, or I will be forced to check hand out detentions. This earns us snickers from some people in the class. Marlene nudges them on the way to her seat and smirks.

I decide to meet my brother at lunch, he is perched up against a wall, enveloped in a book. Of course. "Caleb!" I shout, startling him.

"Beatrice, you okay?" I nod.

"It's just Tris now. Caleb what are you doing? You have perfect vision." I ask, referring to his glasses. "Trying to look the part." I roll my eyes before walking off. Christina calls for me to sit with her and a group of other people.

"This Uriah, Al, Lynn and of course you've met Marlene." I smile at them, hoping not to draw too much attention to myself. "I'll introduce you to Zeke, Shauna and Four later." Their Seniors and eat lunch in cafeteria A but in an hour. We ave free period next so I stand up and decide to get to know the school. Marlene gives me a questioning look. "I'm just gonna look around."

"Need company?" Asks Christina.

"Sure, I reply."

Please let me know if this is worth continuing and I will be posting the next chapter in about an hour as I realise this is a very bad place to leave it off.