I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!Just an idea!

Tris POV

How long have you sat in a car? Well my butt can tell you the answer; fourteen horribly hours. My brother, Caleb, likes to talk about how smart he is… a lot. It gets quite annoying after the tenth hour. We just moved from Arizona to Chicago. My father works with the government and my mother is a high school Math teacher. I'm Beatrice Prior. Average Junior in high school. I just turned sixteen a week ago and my parents are already lecturing me on how bad boys are and they're just trouble.

Our new house is big… really big. Seven bedrooms, three of which have a balcony, five and half bathrooms, a huge kitchen, living room, dining room, game room, and a ton of closets. We get to choose where we live because my dad is a powerful man. Caleb and I are the first ones in, looking for our new bedrooms. I find one that has a balcony and a beautiful view of the city.

"Do you like it?" my mom asks as I look around the room.

"Love it, can I take this room, please?" I beg her.

"Of course sweetheart!" she kisses my temple.

I squeal "Thanks mom!"

"School starts in a week, can you get all unpacked by then?" she asks me.

"Yes, there shouldn't be a problem. Hey mom can I have some money to go shopping?" I ask as she starts to walk down stairs.

"Yes, but you need to find a job. I'm not going to pay for you the rest of your life!" she yells from the bottom of the stairs.

THE NEXT MORNING

I wake up the next morning and put on a sport bra and running shorts. I also put my blonde hair in a ponytail and grab my iPhone. I usually run in the mornings, but today I thought I would just go for a slow jog. With my music going and the sun is rising everything is beautiful. I stop to take in the view. We live by a golf course so there is a big pond in the center. It's the prefect view. The water is so still it looks like glass and I could walk on it without creaking it. I jog back home and get ready for the day.

I decided to go explore our new city. Caleb begged if he could come, but I told him that I was going shopping and do girly things. Which is partly true, I am going shopping, but before that I'm going to go to a fight club. I'm so ecstatic to go there, they say only the best get in. I have been training for three years. I had my first trainer, Amar, when I was thirteen. He moved away when I was fifteen and never said where he was going. So I started training by myself. Amar taught me a lot so I just kept practicing. I'm hoping to get in as a fighter. I love beating the shit out of people, especially when they say 'I can break you like a twig' or 'I'm going to fight a little girl, well this will be easy'. I have broken quite a few noses for the 'little girl' comment.

People say there is a secret entrance to the Pit. Up a seven story building to be exact. There is only one seven story building in Chicago, the old "abandoned" hotel on Hancock Ave. All the windows are blocked off by wood and the doors are sealed tight. I find a fire escape and start climbing. My legs are burning by the time I get to the top. There's a large hole in the center of the roof. Of course. They want people to jump and see if they have the stomach for it. I think, something will caught me. Don't think just jump. If I think about I won't have the stomach for it. I bend my knees and jump.

Something hard hits my back. A net. I start to laugh. When I look to my left I see people staring at me.

"What?" I question.

"How did you know about this place?" one of them asks me. He looks around eighteen and has metal all along his face.

"I just moved here and I have been wanting to see this place for months." I reply.

"How? You're just a little girl." He says with a smirk. Ugh, I hate this guy already.

"She must be brave just to jump in a hole when you don't know what's at the bottom, Eric. Brave or stupid." Another one says. A middle aged man with bruised knuckles and dark skin. "Welcome to the Pit. I'm Max." An eruption of cheers and fist fill the room.

"Let's see how she fights." Eric says.

We walk over to a circular arena. I take off my shoes and jacket, I hear some catcalls coming from the crowd. Eric hops in to the arena and takes position. I try to figure out his weakness before he figures out mine. I notice how his hands are close together and high, so I can't hit him in the face, but what's protecting his midsection. He makes the first move by diving for my waist. I dodge it just in time and he face plants it. I tries to grab my feet, but I'm too fast I leap over him and kick him in between the shoulder blades. While he's recovering from that, he gets me in the ribs. I send a quick punch to his temple, knocking him out. I feel a rush of triumph and pain go through me as the crowd lifts me up and cheers me on.

"You never told me your name." Max says, clapping my on the back.

"Be-"Beatrice sounds like a little girl's name. "Tris"

"Well Tris, it looks like you can stay for a while" Max smiles at me.

Well that was chapter one! Hope you enjoyed it. On my other story "No One to Save Me" some people were saying that there was already a story like that out there. I'm terribly sorry! I'm new at this and I haven't read all of the fanfics out there. I'm really sorry! Please forgive me! And review on this story!