Um. Hi. This is my first fanfic, so be brutal. Actually, no please don't be too brutal. Please… Anyways, here goes nothing…

TRIS POV

I wake up to someone shaking my shoulder. "Beatrice, Beatrice, wake up, wake up!"

I groan. "Caleb, go 'way," I grumble.

"But we got our results and Mom and Dad won't lemme open them until you're up, so c'mon, get up," my older brother demands. I groan ungraciously and get up. "YAY!" he cries, running out of my room. I smile.

Caleb is less than a year older than me, but, right now, he reminds me of a little boy on Christmas morning. I walk down the stairs and see Caleb bouncing in his seat with excitement. "Morning," I mumble to my parents, still waking up. My mother smiles at me and slides me a think envelope.

"Looks positive, Beatrice," she says with a smile.

Last week, Caleb and I found out that we were going to be attending some fancy boarding school, the best in Chicago, after we moved – again – to Illinois, after being homeschooled most of our lives. Our father works for the government and always has to move. Mom's a social worker and our teacher, and we always used to help out with volunteering and whatnot. But that all changes.

We moved to Illinois and Dad and Mom decided that we'd go to Factions, some stupid, fancy boarding school, complete with dorm rooms. Caleb and I had to take this entry test – they call it the Aptitude Test, to test which group we would best succeed. Seems rather discriminatory to me, but I'm not the one flipping the bill, so my opinion practically doesn't matter.

Caleb and I look at each other and nod simultaneously, ripping open our Aptitude results.

Dear Ms. Beatrice Prior,

Congratulations on your admission to Factions Boarding School. We are very excited to have you attend at the beginning of the semester as a junior; however you will be taking some of the senior classes due to your advanced studies.

We have examined your results from your Aptitude Test, and we have found something peculiar. It shows that you show high traits in three of the groups on campus: Abnegation, Erudite, Dauntless. It is rare to see one student show traits for two groups, much less three. Please call us immediately to discuss which group you would be most interested in.

Congratulations once again.

I scowl at my letter, rereading it. I got into three groups? And the school is going to let me choose which one I want to be in?

I look at Caleb. "Which group are you in?"

"Erudite," he says, prideful. The Erudite group focuses a lot on studies and the kids in it take all the hardest class. Of course my brilliant brother would get into that one.

"Nerd," I tease, smiling.

"You're one to talk!" he says back. He's right; I'm pretty smart, too. "What group are you in?"

I bite my lip and slide my letter towards him. He picks it up and our parents stand behind him to read too. Caleb's bright green eyes widen and both my mother and father raise their eyebrows. All three of them look up at me.

"Beatrice, this is incredibly interesting," my father says.

"Which group will you choose?" my mother asks.

I shrug. "I dunno. I was thinking Erudite, but I want to have fun outside of the books, you know? Abnegation is all about helping everyone else out, so that leaves me with no time to study. The kids in Dauntless seem kind of active and athletic, but I think I'd have time to study and be outside, doing what I want to do. I think I'm going to Dauntless." I frown again, allowing my family to digest this.

My mother smiles at me. "Well, call them up and tell them your decision."

I nod and leave the room.

XxX

Caleb elbows me. "Earth to Beatrice."

I shake my head. "I'm sorry, what?"

He laughs. "C'mon, we need to check into the office, get our stuff." I nod and follow him.

I'm completely overwhelmed by the size of Factions. There are five huge dormitories on one side of the campus and seven buildings for classes opposite of them. The campus is beautiful, with lush, green trees and even a small lake. I'm careful not to lose Caleb in my astonishment and we finally walk up to the office.

At the receptionist desk sits a middle-aged woman, wearing all blue, with perfect, blonde hair. She smiles politely. "May I help you?"

Caleb nods. "Yes. I am Caleb Prior and this is my younger sister Beatrice. We're new here and need our schedules and dorm rooms."

"Oh, of course. I'm Janine Matthews, and I'm in charge of the Erudite," says the lady. She hands us our information and we thank her, turning to leave.

"Let's drop off our luggage at the dorms first, yeah?" I suggest, already heading towards the long buildings, knowing my brother was close behind me. We stop by his dorm first. Inside, it's nearly all blue in a variety of different shades. There is a boy about our age, wearing glasses, sitting on one of the beds. He gets up and shakes our hands. "Hello. I'm Fernando, your roommate," he says to Caleb. I smile and slip out while they talk about their classes.

It takes me a while to find the Dauntless building, but when I do, I determine that it is easily the biggest dorm on campus. There is a group of boys wrestling playfully in front of the doors and I smile. I walk into my room and see that it is empty, other than two beds, two dressers and several suitcases, already on one bed. I sit on my bed and start to unpack when a tall, dark-skinned girl stumbles into the room, slamming shut the door. She's breathing heavily and slides down into a sitting position. She gives me a half-hearted wave and tries to catch her breath.

"Hey… Sorry… about that… Uriah… jumped into… lake… chasing me… wanted hug…," she pants.

I smile. "All good. So, uh, I guess we're roommates, huh?"

She nods, stands up, and walks towards me. I'm so short that I come up to her shoulder. She sticks out her hand. "Christina," she says as I shake her hand. "But I sometimes go by Chris. If you want, all up to you." She laughs.

"Beatrice," I say. She widens her eyes.

"Oh, honey," she says sympathetically.

I nod. "It was my grandmother's name," I explain.

"You need a nickname, because that is a mouthful," she says lightheartedly.

I shrug. "I don't know what else to go by…" She starts to rattle off potential nicknames when I cut her off. "How about Tris?"

She smiles. "Nice to meet you, Tris."

So yeah, that's it so far. Please leave me comments if you have any opinions.

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