Hey people this is only my second story so no hating on me. You can check out my other story which is a Percy Jackson fanfiction called Battle of the Bands. I can't promise regular updates because I have a life and writers block, but I will try to update as quick as I can.

Tris's POV

I wake up in my bed in the dorm room today is the day after the final tests and one of the dauntless-born are having a party his name is Uriah. He said to go by his apartment (which he will tell us the number of when he gets it) at 5. I get out of my bed and change quickly into some black stretch pants and a red tank top with my black leather jacket on top. I pack up all of my belongings and head tot he pit to receive my apartment. We will pick our jobs tomorrow but I already know what I want to do. I want to be an initiate trainer and a tattoo artist. After getting my apartment number which is T6 I run there and quickly unpack what little belongings I own. after about half an hour of unpacking I am done and so I go out to my little living area and turn on the t.v to watch a show. Right as I sit down there is a knock at the door. I yell I am coming and open the door. I open the door to reveal my best friend Christina on the other side. Despite my protest she barges right in and shuts of the t.v aking herself at home on my couch.

"Can I help you?" I ask

"Yeah we are going shopping and you don't have a choice." She says.

"Bu-" I start to say but she cuts me off.

"No buts come on we only have 6 hours to get ready." She says springing to her feet and dragging me out the door. we spend two hours walking around to different stores and to my relief we were almost done. We walk up to the last store and when I see what story it is I top in my tracks. It's a lingerie store.

"No way are you getting me to go in there." I exclaim.

"Come on I will be quick. Plus if you stay out there I will be forced to pick out your clothes for you and-" She says.

"Say no more I will not allow you to pick out lingerie for me I refuse." I say cutting her off.

"That's what I thought." She says strutting into the store. I follow behind her wit my head low hopping not to be noticed by anyone. After twenty horrid minutes in that store we are ready to leave. Our arms are laden with bags. In my bags I have a few pairs of legging that are black and gray, Three tank tops one black one red and one gray, a black knee length dress that has weird circle cuts in it, black lacy lingerie, a red knee length dress that shimmers in the light, some gymnastic shorts , a gray crop top that says lazy on the top that I know I will never wear, and a gray mesh type short sleeve shirt. I couldn't even tell you what is in Christina's bags.

We arrive back at Christina's apartment which is two doors down from mine. She immediately makes me drop ,y bags and head to the bathroom to change. I walk to her bathroom leaving her to trifle around in my bags. When she is satisfied with what she finds she throws the black lingerie, the black dress, the gymnastics shorts, and the tank top into the bathroom.

"Get dressed!" She yells.

"What's with all the layers!" I yell back.

"You'll see." She says. I drop the subject and put all the new clothing on. When I exit the bathroom I see that Christina has a black dress that is slightly shorter than mine with a slightly uneven bottom and the tank top straps are lined in jewels. I can only imagine the number of layers that are underneath her dress. When she sees me she all but pushes me into the chair at her vanity and starts working her magic on my face and hair. Once she is done I shave a smokey eye and my cheeks have a slight blush. My lips are stained a light glossy red and my hair is straight down my sides with a small curl at the end. My hair has grown so it now reaches my hip. After about forty five minutes Chris deems her hair and make up done. Chris has a light dusting of gold make up and a wing of eyeliner that makes her eyes pop. Her lips are a delicate pink and her hair in down straight with two braids on the side clipped in the back. Right before we walkout the door Chris hands me a pair of high healed ankle high black boots. Chris slips on an almost identical pair and we are ready to go. Let's get this party over with.

Okay here is the first chapter hope you liked it. Luv you all you guys are amazing.

~Astrid

QOTC (question of the chapter): What is you favorite color?

My Answer: Silver