"Yeah – Mom? Not happening," I say, groaning.

"Beatrice Prior, you be quiet this instant! You are going to Roth High whether you like it or not!" Mom says, applying lipstick to her already perfect lips and enhancing her straight, pearly-white teeth.

I scoff. "Never. You can't make me," I taunt.

"Beatrice, stop acting like a five year-old. You're sixteen! Shape up and act like it!"

I leave my mom's bathroom and stomp to my room. Fine, you might say I'm one of those sassy teens. Yeah, whatever. I don't care.

I slam the door to my room and flop onto my bed, sighing. I'm kinda in the mood for some music, so I turn on my MP3 player and curse at it for taking so long to load. Finally, I turn on "Bad Blood" by Taylor Swift and relish in the feeling of the music pounding in my ears.

'Cuz baby now we've got bad blood

You know it used to be mad love

So take a look what you've done

'Cuz baby now we've got bad blood!

I am, like, obsessed with Taylor Swift, by the way.

See, Mom and Dad made us move all the way from happy, peaceful, tranquil, cool, and pleasant Maine all the way to bustling, dirty, loud, painful Chicago. I mean, what kind of parents do that? Anyway, they made me apply for Roth High School. I hate it. Big surprise. All of my past schools have been a flop. I've moved ten times in fifteen years. We got to stay in Maine for six months, and I think it was the best six months of my life. I got a fab new bestie, Susan Black, who's like, the most kind, selfless, but also compatible person ever. I promised to text her fifteen times a day when I left, so I decide to do so now.

I unlock my phone with my passcode and go to my texts. Susan texted me an hour ago.

Hi tris, r u liking Chicago?

I roll my eyes. ya right, su I text back. Susan is the only one who calls me Tris, by the way. It's a sweet nickname, so much better than Beatrice (yech! My parents have problems), and I'm gonna go by it at Roth High – if I decide to go.

Almost immediately, Susan texts back wish u were here L

Me 2, I respond.

Susan: chicago's nice though right?

Tris (me): yeah right. i hate this place

Susan: Rob's taking me to an interview. gtg

Of course, Robert's taking her to an interview. Robert is her older brother and he's obsessed with finding her a new job.

Tris: what interview?

Susan: babysitter

Tris: seriously, you need a professional interview for that?

Susan: I dunno. gtg, talk to u soon, k?

Tris: see ya, su

I check my Twitter page. Nothing. Facebook? Zip. Snapchat and Instagram, I only give a brief glance to. I barely keep my accounts on there.

Roth High starts tomorrow. I don't know what I'm gonna do. Should I stick the first day out, then drop out? Or should I refuse to go even the first day?

One thing's for certain. I am never going.

Tell me what you think. Should I continue? This is a little different than the overused Divergent High plot, Tris is spoiled and she needs to get in shape ...

Be brave.