What up bros! It's AnonymousFanDude! So I've been reading a lot of High School Divergent fanfic a and I decided to write one myself. It's going to be good. If you like my writing then also check out Life As A Dauntless because, I don't know, it's awesome. Or so I've been told. So anyway, please follow, favourite and review, even if you're just reviewing crap that doesn't have anything to do with my story, I still love hearing it. Anyway, enjoy and tell me what you think.

Disclaimer- I don't own any of the Divergent characters or Divergent itself. That all belongs to the great, Veronica Roth.

One year ago

I sit in my room with my hands to my face, crying. I was at school and a kid had punched me in the face and told me I'm stupid. I go to Erudite High School and everyone there really smart. Except me. I'm dumb. I don't know anything. I only just pass every class and they don't do anything fun. My brother, Caleb's smart though. He helped me be as good as I am now. Which is good because I pass.

No one at my school likes me. They always discredit me. They say I'm stupid and ugly. They also push me around and tell me that I should just die so no one can catch my 'dumbnesia'. Although, I don't tell my parents about it. They would just embarrass me if they knew. They would go to the school and demand that people be nice to me.

I came home today and my father had asked me why I had a bruise on my forehead. I told him it's because I fell over when really, it's because the bullies shoved me to the ground and kicked me in the head.

I stop sobbing and walk to the bathroom. I lock the door and pick up a blade that I keep in my pocket. I roll up my sleeve on my right arm and slit the blade over it, quickly. I let out a small yelp and do it again.

I grab a tissue and wipe away the blood pouring from my forearm. I leave and go straight back to my room.

My brother knocks on the door and I yell, "Come in!"

He walks inside and starts talking about school. "Beatrice, are you okay? I heard that—" he stops talking and looks at my arm. "Beatrice, what have you done?" He walks over to me and grabs my arm. He points at the cuts on my arm and I pout. "Beatrice, those jerks at school don't know anything. Don't listen to what they say, just be yourself and never cut."

"But, Caleb, you don't understand what I go through! They don't like me at all! And have enough trouble passing classes as it is and I don't need people reminding me that I'm stupid all the time! I hate it and you can't say not to cut myself when everyone's always telling me that I should die!"

He looks at me with pity. "Come on, Beatrice." He hugs me. "It's going to be okay."

I let out a sob. "No it won't. No one likes me and that's that."

Sorry it's short. I wrote it at three am and I'm at a sleepover. I'm tired. Goodnight. Please follow, favourite and review. Thanks love you all!