Hi

So I was kinda getting bored of my other cliche story, so this is a whole other spin at it. Hopefully different and better. If you want me to continue the High school story, please let me know.

Chapter 1:

The echos outside my window were rattling, painful creaks and groans that sounded like people moaning for me to help them. But I couldn't help anyone. The more I did not help them, the worse the screams got. I wanted to scream myself, and get them out of my head, out of my head… Or join them…

I closed my leather journal and sighed, setting my pencil down. I carefully rubbed my knuckles out of the pain from writing so long. I knew I had a writers block after coming up with almost the best ideas. It pained me to have to start a whole new story, or a whole other ending that made no sense. It just didn't work out, sometimes.

My stories are always in a different era, or time period. I have never wrote something modern day. I have never been good with that. There is no right or wrong way to write one of those books, but I couldn't seem to grasp the idea of a romantic comedy, or a casual, yet fun, life.

Maybe it was because my life was so standard. I needed that pop of excitement that everyone wanted in their life. No, not being a singer, or having a romance.

For me, it was being an author.

I flick off my light, and ease out of my chair. I had a desk used for writing, and writing only. It was filled with all my previous notebooks, and papers. I didn't have time to clean up my mess. It wasn't a mess to me, anyway. It was like an archive with all my novels and short stories that I could go back to and take, putting them in other stories.

I should probably get to bed know. Today was Sunday, and I needed to be active at school tomorrow. I couldn't be a drab, or a messy, grumpy person tomorrow. On Mondays, I have journalism after school. I also had it on Friday, but on Fridays, we, the journalism group, updated the paper with the latest stuff we had.

It was fun as could be, I suppose. Usually, Fridays were the busiest day, trying to fit everything in. Paper news, football games, and all that fluff.

I tried to convince getting out of the games every Friday, but Will, my friend Christinas' crush, was on the team, and we absolutely, necessarily, needed to be their supporting our team every Friday. 'Team' meaning Will, of course.

My clock read 12:38, meaning bedtime. I flopped onto the bed to sleep. Usually, before I let myself black out into a pit of sleep, I think for a bit, just me and my thoughts. But today, my head rebelled against the thought, so I feel asleep before my head hit the pillow.

"Did you hear the news?"

I stood by my locker, rummaging through it, trying to find last night's homework, when Christina came.

"Huh?" I ask.

She laughs. "Completely clueless to what's going on in the school, eh? Hard to believe you're a journalist. For our schools newspaper."

"Your one to talk." I defend.

She just sighs, and rolls her eyes. "Well, Missie, if you didn't already know, we have some news for the paper. And this will be a real hit, I guarantee it."

Our paper cost a nickel each. Very inexpensive, yet no one usually gets it. Our stories aren't top notch. Maybe it was because we didn't have that special spark of something everyone wanted to hear. Not since Micah Waters got pantsed.

But by Christina's reaction, I believe maybe this was that spark.

"Soooo," she continues, "you know Four, right?"

I knew Four. Tobias Eaton was his real name, affirmed by himself about a year ago. I don't know why everyone calls him Four. A stage name, I guess. Anyways, he is a famous actor. Handsome, charming, and being 'great with the ladies' gave him his personality. Almost every girl loved him. Everyone saw him as mysterious, and charming, but in a good way. The press has been trying to get a hold of him, and make him confess his stuff to the world, but they haven't had the opportunity yet. He was very confined, secretive, and different.

As for me, well, I didn't really care all that much. I mean, sure, he was alright, but not my favorite. I didn't want to make out with him, or date him. He seemed… whats the word… overused.

"Well," chirps Christina. "According the news, and the rest of the entire school, Four, the famous actor, will be coming back to high school for his senior year."

I gape at her.

"Guess what school that is, Tris. Just guess."

I shut my eyes. "No way."

She squeals. "Yes! Here! You know what this means? Not only is their yet another cute new hottie coming here, but also a great new story for out of the chart ratings!"

My heart rate picks up. I didn't care for Four, only just… the stories he may bring.

"Christina, this is amazing!" I say, smiling like a madman. I could finally have my big story, my whole new life, being gazed upon by many. Being liked for finally figuring out Four's secrets.

I could finally find my big break at this school.

I know it was short, but I am just giving you a snippet! I hoped you like. I like it, and I will be continuing.