A/N – Hey Guys! This is the second story I have ever written but it's the first I have wrote that involves chapters. I really hope you enjoy. So… before we get into the story I thought I'd give you guys a back story of Tris. I did not create these characters; they were made by the wonderful Veronica Roth. I wouldn't count this as a chapter but I'm still going to tell it in Tris's P.O.V. ENJOY!
Hey! My names Beatrice but I prefer Tris, so call me that from now on. I'm seventeen and I live in New York, the big apple. I go to Brooklyn High, but… not for much longer. I'm moving to Chicago to go to a new high school called Chicago High. It's my Brother Caleb's fault that we're moving. He is starting college and he needs to go to Chicago to do it, so we're moving. I mean, that was one of the reasons he told my parents we should move. You see, my brother is VERY over-protective. He said that he thinks it will be better for me, as if. It won't change there. I'll get all the same glares I do there as I do here and I will once again be alone. He doesn't understand. He's good at making friends, I'm not. This is just his excuse, he's only thinking about himself. He's so selfish. I'm not sure why I'm annoyed. I have no friends, terrible grades and I get along with NONE of my teachers. My life is just great. Maybe it would be a new, fresh start. I don't know why I'm so repelled by the idea of moving to Chicago and to that school. I guess I'm nervous because I'll be the new girl. The one that no one knows, all over again. Plus, I heard that they have a horrible head master, I think her name was Jeanine Mathews, or Miss Mathews. Well its summer and I'm moving in three weeks' time. And guess what, I haven't packed one single thing. I hope I enjoy my last few weeks here in New York. As if that will happen. All day, every day, I sit in my room and… do….nothing. Literally, nothing. I have no social life at all. I guess that will make moving much easier. Any way, I better go, my Mum's calling me down stairs. What am I in trouble for now? Did I not pick up my shoes from the living room? Or is it because I didn't take out the trash? Who cares? There she goes again. I better go. Wish me luck, see ya!
A/N – Hope you guys like what you read. This was just a wee bit of background information on Tris. The story will start properly in the next chapter. Please let me know if you like it and I will update soon. Thanks and byeeeeeeee!