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Hey guys this is my new story and it's a Divergent High school story. If I'm new to you should go check out my first story Coming Home? Since this is a new story I don't have much to say so… ON WITH THE STORY!

BEATRICE POV

I pull my scarf a little closer to my nose to keep out the harsh weather. My suitcase catches in the thick snow on the walk way making me fall palms down onto the pavement. I quickly pull myself together hoping that none of the nosy neighbors saw that accident. Not to judge anybody first hand but if I saw a moving van pull into my neighborhood then I would be a little curious to see who it was. The yard is coated I a comforter of snow that would at least come up to your ankle. Where I come from I'm used to snow, this would actually be considered one of the tamer days where I come from. I glance up to the gray sky to study the house once more.

Its brick and 2 stories high. Much nicer than the one back home, well this is home now. At first I was a little hostile towards moving from another state, but as I got used to the idea I started to like the fact that I could see a world beyond Michigan. So I could see Chicago. Of course that would change my school status to barely noticed to not noticed. It's not like I don't mind being not noticed, I would actually prefer to not be noticed. But I was kind of hoping that I could change that; so I could have friends. More than the one I had at my last school; and to be fair that one friend was my books. There's also my brother Caleb.

He's a little higher on the social scale than me and makes friends much more easily than me. I wouldn't say that he was popular like jocks or the caked face cheerleaders but at least he has friends. Eventually I make it up to the front door and wait for my parents who have the keys. The porch has a light that resembles a lantern hanging from one of the walls.

"Can I help you with your suitcase Beatrice," Caleb asks. He's always been so selfless to the point of annoyance. I was raised the exact same way but sometimes I think I have a bigger purpose than what I was raised for.

"No I got it but thank you," I reply nicely. He gives me a smile and steps aside for my parents to unlock the door.

"Alright this is our new home, your rooms on the second floor. You can choose who gets who but remember not the master's bedroom," my mom says as she unlocks the door.

Once I step inside I realize that it's so much better than the other house. Not too huge but not too small either. There are dark wood floors until it switches into carpet in the living room. The kitchen has white tile floors. It's absolutely beautiful. I walk up the carpeted stairs to reach the upper levels.

"Hey I think you would've liked this room the most," Caleb says as he gestures to a room on the right side of the hallway. As I walk into room the first thing I notice is the window seat on the other side of the room. When you look out the window you have a perfect view of the front lawn and the neighborhood. The room has wood floors, but I could easily put down a rug. I'm glad that he let me have this room. I start to unpack my suitcase starting with the stuff that goes on my bed. My mattress is already set up on my bed frame. I place my gray sheets on the bed but I have a little problem with the fitted sheet. Every time I put one side down the other side rides up.

Eventually I'm able to get the fitted sheet and the regular sheet down. I reach for my gray comforter and place it on top of the rest of the sheets. Once I'm finished I take a time to just sit on the bed and stare. This is my new life. I never thought that I would live in Chicago, Illinois. Actually I never thought I would leave Michigan period. I hope that I can start a new life here and make some friends. And if all else fails I always have my books to fall back on. That really sounds sad now that I think about it. Speaking of books where is the box with all my books in them?

I head down the staircase so I can reach the other boxes. I look over all the boxes until I find the boxes with "Beatrice" on it.

"Here let me help you with those," Dad says as he grabs one of the boxes out of my hands.

"Thank you," I respond as I head up the stairs.

"I never asked you what you felt about the move," he says.

"I like it; it's nice to see something beyond Michigan."

"I know this may be hard on you changing schools like this and taking you away from your friends," he says. Oh dad if you only knew that I had no friends.

"Dad its ok, I know it's for the government besides maybe it's time for me to see new things," I say.

"You're the best." Once we reach my room he drops the boxes down and exits. On one of the boxes it reads "Beatrice's clothes" and the other one reads "Beatrice's books". I use the extra hangers in the box to hang up the clothes in the closet. The majority of my closet consists of black clothing and if it isn't black than it's dark colors like purple. This probably why I stay un-noticed. Out of sight out of mind, I guess. The only thing that probably stands out on me is my eyes. They're this weird bluish gray color. And my blonde hair stands out since I mostly wear dark colors. I'm caught up in my thoughts until I hear a motorcycle roar by. Who rides a motorcycle in this kind of weather unless they're looking for broken bones and ribs?

Tomorrow I start school at Hancock high school. That's the weirdest name I've ever heard for a high school. Once I finish putting my clothes away I plop my tired body down on my bed. This is my new life.

Alright there's the first chapter I hoped you guys liked it. I know it's a little slow but I'll introduce the rest of the gang in the second chapter. So do you guys want to make OCS for me? I need some extra students to cause some trouble in Hancock high school. If you do review or PM me this:

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So if you've read my other story you know that I ask QOTD: should I make Eric a good guy in this story or a bad guy like the book? Until next time…

Peace&Love~MSC