Hi everyone! This is my second Divergent fic. I'm not from America so I hope the school is depicted accurately as an American high school. Also, this is just the prologue: Tris will be starting school in the next chapter, making new friends, etc. Oh yeah, and this is told through Tris's POV. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: All characters used in the entire fic are owned by Veronica Roth, excluding a few minor ones.

"I can't believe we won't be together anymore."

All three of us turn to look at Susan Black as we step out of the grocery shop. She's quiet today, quiter than usual, and they are the first words she's spoken all evening, apart from greeting us. And thanking the shopkeeper after paying for the bread and milk, which she offered to buy for her father, rather than let him go for it himself like I would have probably done.

Susan is selfless that way. And Robert, and Caleb. I wish I could be like that too; it would be nice not to always feel like I don't fit in with them.

"Do you want me to carry that for you?" Robert asks, looking at the plastic bag in her hand.

"Thank you, Robert. But I'm fine."

"No, no. Let me take it."

Robert and Susan are closer than most siblings I know, including myself and Caleb. That might be down to the fact that they are twins, alike in personality and looks, with their blonde curly hair and square jaw. Caleb and I are close in age, mere months between us, but we are different people: he tends to think more of others than himself, and always says the right thing. Me... not so much.

Caleb looks at Susan a little longer than a friend would, watching her as she hands the bag to Robert. I lock eyes with Robert, and he smirks a little, apparently noticing it too. Our parents are neighbours, and all four of us have stuck together since before kindergarten, attending the same schools, playing with each other almost every day. But recently, Caleb seems to see Susan as more than a friend. Sometimes I tease him about it when Mom and Dad aren't watching - they aren't fond of us mocking each other - and while he never admits to it, he doesn't deny it, either.

Now, we are going to go to different high schools. After being with each other til the last day of middle school and over summer, we'll have to split, myself and Caleb in one place, Susan and Robert in another. I don't know how I feel about that. I think I should be devastated, considering I've known the Black twins all my life. Instead, I remember how our mothers and fathers wanted us to play with each other, suggested that we hung around each other. If I'd met them somewhere else, I'm not sure if I'd have wanted to make friends with them. They're not bad, they're just... not really my type of people.

"So..." Robert fiddles with the hem of his shirt. We all wear grey today, the only thing different being the shade. We almost look alike, as a result, and maybe people who don't know us very well mistake us for siblings as we walk down the streets. Perhaps they think I'm the youngest one, with my childlike face and small body, no curves anywhere, when I am in fact older than the twins.

Robert lets out a small sigh. "Any of you nervous for tomorrow?"

We are silent for a bit. I stare ahead, taking in the familiar sight of my neighbourhood. The houses are almost identical, with their bricked walls, porched fronts, and large windows.

"I guess," I say, followed by a nod from Susan and Caleb.

He doesn't answer as we stop outside his house. He then turns to Susan, a serious expression on his face.

"I think I'll stay out here for a while. You go inside Susan, and give Dad the bread and milk. Tell him I'm just outside."

"Okay." She opens her door, stray golden curls flying with the summer breeze, and shuts the door quietly behind her.

Robert kicks a stone as we stroll down the path. The stone is grey, just the colour of my shapeless frock, worn to please Mom and Dad, who have strict ideas on what we wear.

They mean well.

I know they mean well.

But...

What if their concern for my well-being is doing me harm? What if it's stopping me from making other friends, people more adventurous than the ones I have now?

"You know, Beatrice," Robert says slowly. I cringe. I never liked my name all that much. "This is going to sound strange, but... I'm actually looking forward to tomorrow."

"Of course." I smile. "All of us are, even if we're nervous. Or most of us, anyway."

"Yeah, but... that's not really what I mean." He stops kicking the stone, and turns to me and Caleb. "I'm not even... worried. I'm excited to meet new people. I'm excited to become a new person. I feel trapped, and... I feel like my parents kind of, I don't know, made me into the person I am at the moment. And Beatrice, Caleb..." He presses his lips together. "I don't think I'm happy with who I am anymore. I want to be different. I want to have lots of friends. I want to be someone who's liked by everyone. Not... someone who blends in til nobody sees me."

I chew on Robert's words. I hate to admit it, but he is right: we are unnoticeable, forgettable. Nobody would look at us and say: oh look, there's Beatrice. They'd look at me once and never remember who I am. Even the teachers called us by the wrong names sometimes.

"I think," he continues on, "I think high school is a fresh start for all of us. It's an opportunity. I don't know about either of you, you're nice people and it's your choice. But I'm going to take this... this opportunity, to be myself. Not what anyone else wants me to be."

Again, that silence.

"He has a point, Beatrice," Caleb says softly.

"I... I'll keep that in mind," I say. I smile a little, because I'm not sure what else to do. "I-I'd better get inside. Mom and Dad will be worried. Bye, Robert."

"Bye, Beatrice. See you, Caleb."

As we enter our home, plain on the inside, devoid of any decorations or ornaments, I realise that this is the first time I've heard Robert be so honest, so open. And it's the first time I've considered that I can choose to be a different person. I can become a new person like Robert will do, ditch the quiet, reserved me, and transform into someone a little more memorable. Not the stereotypical popular girl, but someone just that bit more likable.

It's my choice, I suppose.

I hope I wrote it like Tris would speak. Also, I changed Robert's speech a lot: he sounded so preachy in the original draft. Please review!