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Hey everybody! This is the first fanfiction I've ever published, although I have written some short ones before. Please review and leave suggestions or criticism! I'm from Sweden, so English is not my native language, so I apologize for any eventual spelling/grammar mistakes. But please give this fic a chance anyways, my English is really good compared to other swedes since I used to live down under (aka Australia) Thank you! Until next time,

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-Nicki

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Tris POV

I scream. I wake up. I'm in my bed and I let out a sigh of relief. I look at the time. 5:37. I sigh. School doesn't start until 8:00 and I know I won't be able to go back to sleep. I sit up and swing my legs over the side of my bed. I'm still a little shaky from my nightmare. I stand up wearily, testing the strength of my legs, and look myself in the mirror. My hair is a blond, tangled mat and I have dark circles under my eyes. I walk into the bathroom which is connected to my room. I take of my pink shorts and my black pyjama top as I step into the shower. I turn it to the hottest setting. At first the hot water beams sting, leaving my pale skin red. After a while I get used to it. I wash my hair slowly, enjoying the heat. After I've had enough I step out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my body. I walk into my closet and decide on an outfit: A pink top that stops at my midriff, a pair of short jeans shorts and a pair of white flats. As I put on my top I realise that it's too short. It shows the giant black bruise on my left side; the bruise left there by my father. I was at the cinema with Christina last Friday. The movie was half an hour delayed, so I came home 11:30 instead of 11:00, which is the time of my curfew. When I got home I was met by my father. He was extremely angry. And drunk. He yelled at me, and I tried to explain that the movie was delayed, but he wouldn't listen. Then he slapped me. And then he shoved me to the ground and kicked me hard in the side. Of course, that wasn't the first time he'd struck me. He has struck me since I was thirteen. But it was better then, because then I could rely on my brother. But my brother left two years ago. I was devastated. He said that he couldn't live with our father anymore. I begged him to take me with him, but he said that it wasn't so bad for me here. He said it was worse for him. I know for a fact that Caleb had been struck exactly once. My father wanted another son, and when mom died he always took out his anger on me. My brother was slapped once, and the next day he was gone. I have hated him ever since. He's 21 and lives in Ohio. He could have taken me with him, taken me out of the violent grasps of our father. But he didn't. He left me here, and he is the only family I have left, except, of course, for my father, who I don't like referring to as my family, since family members are supposed to love each other. He doesn't love me. That much is clear. Marcus is mostly away, since he's the CEO for a big company, but when he's home he drinks too much and hits me. My mother died when I was thirteen. She was hit by a car. I miss her, and I grieve for her. But my grief seems to be different from what everybody else experience when they lose someone close to them. I joined a forum where I was supposed to chat with other people who were in a similar situation. It was supposed help me "cope with the loss" (I don't think there is such a thing as coping with the loss of your mother, but hey, what do I know?), according to Caleb. It didn't. Everyone else explained how the grief makes it hard to cope with the day, how the loss was so prominent all the time. That's not how I feel. I feel her absence all the time, and I miss her all the time, but the grief isn't something constant. Sometimes, it can strike me like a blow to the stomach. I can feel numb, or I can feel as if my entire being is on fire. I'm not sure which is worse. Either way it makes it impossible to do anything at these times. I can't even cry; it feels selfish. It's not like crying will bring her back. I just think about how much she would've cried if she knew before it happened that she was going to die. I have no right to cry. These attacks have become less and less frequent. In the beginning there would be several each day. Now it happens once or twice a year. I can't help feeling as if there is something wrong with me. Before my mum died my father was a loving man. Now he is a monster who haunts my dreams every night. I shake my head.

No. I tell myself. Don't think about that now. I change my pink top to a white one that goes all the way down to the top of my shorts. It has a U-neck that shows of the little cleavage that I have. I sit down at my desk and pull out my makeup drawer. As I start applying my makeup I let my mind wander to school. Today is my first day at Divergent High, since the nurse at my old school started asking a lot of questions about different bruises I had. Of course she didn't suspect my father. Everybody adores him. She thought that my boyfriend Peter was behind it. She talked to my father about her suspicions and the next day my father announced that I would be switching to Divergent High. It won't be that bad though, since my best friend Christina transferred there a month ago. She has promised to introduce me to her friends. The only bad thing will be that Peter isn't at Divergent High. I'll miss him. When I'm done I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen. To my relief my father isn't up yet. I grab an apple, my bag and my car keys before I head to the garage. I hop into my Ferrari. Since my father is the CEO of an extremely big firm he has a lot of money. He bought me the car as eighteenth birthday gift. He gives me a lot of money for shopping as well, since he wants me to look presentable. It takes about ten minutes to drive to Divergent High. I park the car and I hop out. I follow the signs to the office to get my schedule.

"Hello, how can I help you?" A woman in her thirties asks.

"Hi. I'm new here and I'd like my schedule." She nods.

"Are you Beatrice Prior?" I nod. She smiles widely. She hands me stack of papers.

I thank her as I hurry down the hallway. I check my Monday schedule.

8:00-8:30 Home room, Ms Ivory-Room 265

8:45-9:45- History, Ms Holmes-Room 33

10:00-12:00 Math, Mr Lorenzoni-Room 415

12:00-13:00 Lunch

13:00-15:00 Science, Mrs Matthews-Room 221

"Tris!" I look up to find Christina charging at me.

"Chrissy!" We hug for a couple of seconds until someone clears their throat. We break away. A group of people are surrounding us.

"Okay. Tris, this is Uriah, Zeke, Shauna, Lynn, Marlene, Will and Four." She says gesturing at everybody in turn. I nod.

"Hey! I'm Tris." They nod and smile at me. I smile widely, hoping that these people are as great as Chris tells me.

Tobias POV

I look at her. She is gorgeous. Her blonde hair falls in waves down her back. Her eyes are enchanting. Christina introduces us and I smile at Tris. We head to homeroom since we all have all the same classes. Homeroom, history and math are uneventful. Tris turns out to be really good at algebra.

Tris POV

We put our math books away and we head to the cafeteria. When we enter the cafeteria the first person I see is Peter, leaning against a wall.

"Peter!" I squeal. I run up to him and crash my lips against his. I open my mouth and I let his tongue enter my mouth. I grin against him. I pull away. He looks at me with puppy eyes.

"No!" I state. He pouts. I give him a light peck on his cheek as I let our fingers intertwine. We walk over to the line where Christina and the others are standing.

"Everybody, this is Peter, my boyfriend. Peter, this is Zeke, Shauna, Lynn, Marlene, Four, Will and Uriah." I say, nodding at them all in turn. Of course I don't need to introduce Christina. They were practically besties in middle school. I notice that everybody except for Four is smiling. His eyes are cold, staring at Peter with…Jealousy? No. I tell myself. Why would he be jealous of Peter? I shrug. It's probably nothing to worry about. I smile.

"Hey, baby?" Peter's voice breaks me from my thoughts.

"Hmm?" I turn to look into his eyes.

"I got to go. Do you want to come over to my place after school?" I grin.

"Sure! Science ends at three. Meet you in the parking lot?" He smiles widely.

"Sure." I kiss him lightly on the mouth.

Nothing interesting happens during science. Jeanine Matthews turns out to be a real bitch. She gives lots of homework to those who are a bit slower than the rest of the class, which is understandable, but she also gives extra to those who are faster, which is weird. Luckily, I'm neither. I'm pretty fast, but not faster than everybody else. At 14:54 she speaks up, breaking our eyes from the science books.

"I'm going to give back the test results from last week." The entire class groans. She scans the room, her eyes landing on mine. "Since you didn't do the test, Ms. Prior, you may leave." I grin. I quickly gather my books and put them in my bag. I whisper "Bye!" To Christina and Uriah, who are sitting next to me. I walk out into the fresh air. Well, as fresh as a hallway can be, but still, and sigh happily. I head towards the main entrance which leads to the parking lot. As I open the big doors the first thing I see makes me want to throw up. Peter is leaning against a wall with his hands around a slim, curvy brunette's waist, kissing her. I stop in my tracks, the door closing behind me. Peter's head whips to my direction at the noise.

"Tris. I can explain…"