Tris's (14 years old) POV:

"Hey loser, over here!" A tall erudite boy with orange hair, has my bag and takes out all my school books. "No! Please don't!" I say, but no one can hear me. All his friends come over and join in, laughing. The boys rip all my hard work into shreds with their bare hands. They start to throw them at me and I punch and kick as hard as I can at their faces. All of them fall down instantly. I never knew I was THAT strong, especially when I'm in abnegation, wearing a long, dull gray dress. I can take on the world, I'm unstopab-"Beatris, BEATRIS!" Shouts Caleb "it's time to go to school! Hurry up you only have an hour!" I groan, I wish that dream was real, then I would actually want to go to school. I yawn and get up out of my bed in my pajamas, "I'll be ready soon!" And plaster a fake smile at him and he walks out. I'm always jealous of Caleb, he's obviously the favourite child, but I'm not surprised. He's smart, helpful, kind, generous, responsible and so many other things. On the other hand, everyone thinks I'm the opposite, even my parents. Except they always say "we love you both equally", which I know is not true. My parents do love me, but far not as much as Caleb. Everyday I feel like I don't...I don't belong here...

I slip on a gray long-sleeved shirt, and gray tracksuit pants, then tie my long, blonde hair into a ponytail, wondering how I look. But the abnegation rules apply, no looking into the mirror. That's being 'selfish'. I pack my school bag and eat a plain muffin for breakfast, and wait for Caleb at the door. I really don't want to go to school.

While we're walking an elderly man dropped his house key and was struggling to pick it up. 'Captain' Caleb rushed to his side and got the key for him, A part of me would want to help him, but the rest of me would just walk past him and let him do it himself, it's seems very un-abnegation-like, but that's how it goes in my head. I don't belong here, I don't belong here, I repeat in my head when we continue to walk. After 15 to 20 minutes of walking, we finally get to the all-factions school. You can go to just a one-faction school, but my parents decided it would be best for my 'amazing' brother and I to go to a school with people who have different religions, different personalities, and different backgrounds so we could see all the factions for 'who they are'. At the start, I thought I could make some new friends in the freshman year of high school, but there was a rule that you 'weren't allowed to socialise' with people from other factions than yourselves' because the leaders of each faction thought it would 'corrupt' the system and influence their friends to be in the same faction with them, which I thought was ridiculous, but rules are rules, and we need to follow them to keep the peace with one another.

I step through the wide school gate, I feel a cold shiver up my spine, thinking what a group of girls did to me yesterday. I take a deep breath and head into my class when the bell rings, and sit at the front of my class, trying not to hear the sniggering of voices talking about me. I wish I had a friend, someone who's there for me no matter what, someone who would stand up to me when I've been bullied from everyone in the past 5 years. I wish I could just-no I would never betray my faction, would I? Could I? It doesn't matter now, I'm only in year 8, I have 2 years until the choosing ceremony, then I will decide. But where should I go? Hamish, the orange-headed boy chucks a paper ball at the back of my head and laughs, I know he wants me to open up and read it. I try to resist, but my curious Side takes over. I Fold out the paper. YOU'LL NEVER GET A BOYFRIEND, NEVER GET A LIFE, DO US ALL A FAVOUR AND SLIT YOUR THROAT WITH A KNIFE! I close the paper carefully and half-look at Hamish, I can see he has a smirk on his face. No one notices the silent tears rolling down my face, for I'm just a simple, boring abnegation loser that will never get a life, I will never be anyone's number 1.

When it's lunch, I eat by myself as usual and read a book. I look at everyone else with their shining, happy faces, communicating to each other. Even the abnegation are having a small chat. A month ago, I went up to them and sat to eat lunch, but I could tell no one wanted to talk to me, everyone made awkward jestures when I came, trying not to be rude so I just left and they started chatting like nothing happened.

After I finished what I was reading, I get up and go to my locker to get another book. When I open it I get shoved into a wall. I have a throbbing pain on my head. No, am I having dejavu? I'll fail all my classes if Hamish and his friends rip all my books up! I quickly rush to my locker and slam the door, a second later, someone's grabbed my ankle and dragged me into a circle of bullies, a circle of death. "What's wrong STIFF? Can't handle your life? Maybe you should just end it, no one would care, not even that pathetic little brother of yours!" Shouts a boy in erudite. All of them are dressed in blue, If Hamish had a friend in a different faction, he would be basically committing a crime in this school, why hadn't I notice before? "LOSER!" Someone else shouts, now everyone around me are calling me things like 'idiot' or even a 'bitch'. Someone's kicked me hard in the face and blood is pouring out of my nose. I start bursting into tears, everyone are now punching and kicking me, laughing. I can already feel the bruises coming. "STOP!" I scream, but no one listens. I haven't done ANYTHING to them, why would they torment me!? Why would they abuse ME?! " HELP!" I start to become dizzy, I can hear faint laughter and shouting around me, this is too much.

Just then a firm hand grabs my wrist. I try to shake him off me but I can hardly see a thing, my eyes adjust to where I am, I am running with someone, away from Hamish and his gang, away from death, away from everything. I look behind me, People are starting to chase us, but somehow the mysterious gray clothed boy and I run faster, I feel free, I feel alive. This is where I belong, running freely wherever I please, no limits.

We finally are out of the school and in an alleyway. I sit down to catch my breath from all the running, I'm not use to all that, being an abnegation. "Are you ok!?" Says a boy, we're both breathing heavily, he looks 1 or 2 years older than me. He looks familiar, deep blue eyes, a hooked nose, a perfect framed face, and dark brown hair. He looks at me for a response "'oh, yeah... well no...um I think I'm...I'm ok now Thankyou" I say awkwardly. He smiles "It's fine. I needed to help you... well I wanted to help you, and 1 against 8? That's hardly not fair, unless your some sort of...superhero?" We both laugh and gasp for air. It's good to finally chat to someone that acts like a friend to me. I wish these moments would last longer. "So does this usually happen?" He asks. "yes, and no" I reply, " they've never gone this far actually". I tell him how this all started in grade 3. Where someone called me a snob for telling on them when they shoved me into a table. Then everybody started hating me, and how it's continued, I even told him about my brother being the 'favourite' and he nodded and listened carefully to what I had been saying. It almost felt weird, no one has listened or cared for me this much, it makes me feel special. "What's your name?" I ask "Tobias" he responds "what's yours?" "Beatris" I smile. "Well Beatris, I think I'm going to call you Tris" he whispers. Tris, I like that. We then talk for hours about so many random things. Like what's your favourite food or colour.

When the school bell rings, we walk close together, keeping an eye out for anyone in Hamish's group. I grab all my things and Walk home with Tobias in silence, it just seems right, and we both don't mind. I let Caleb walk home with his friends and Tobias walks me to my doorstep, turns out he's only a few houses down our street. I stop and gaze into his eyes "well, I'll see you tomorrow?" He asks. Tobias wants to see me tomorrow? I think I made a friend, my wish has come true. "Yes, definitely!" I say. But his smile fades. "Tobias what's wrong?". "Oh nothing, um...oh look at the time... well I need to go... bye!" "Oh ok, we'll pick me up tomorrow at 8:30" "Yep! Bye Tris!" And he rushes off. I can tell he's hiding something, a secret that I shouldn't know about, but I need to know, I need to know what's wrong.

Hey guys! Ok so this is my first story I've written on here, if you could tell me tips or tricks on writing then that would be great. I already have a storyline, but if you want me to add in small bits, I will gladly try to put that in. I take feedback to my writing but please don't be too harsh. Ps: do you want longer chapters posted not as much, or shorter ones, more regularly? Xx