What up bros! It's AnonymousFanDude! So, as you can tell, I'm starting a new story and I'll be juggling three here, maybe even four. This story will be about Beatrice, who has like, a split personality. Sorry if this plot already exists, I haven't read one that has so yeah. Yeah so, it will be about Beatrice and her other mind, Tris. True is badass and always getting her in trouble. Tris has a red streak in her hair so you can tell it's usually her. So anyway, please follow, favourite, review, review and review. XD

I wake with a start and run downstairs for breakfast. Toast! I like things plain. Well, not fully plain. I like things that are simple with some sort of difference. I like jam! Yep, that was random.

I open the cupboard to discover he hidden jam jar. Strawberry! My favourite. I open it and pour in on my toast. That's right! I pour it! One time I had a knife in my hand and a red streak appeared in my hair, signalling Tris, my other personality thingy. I'm crazy. And the knife flew from my hand and hit a rat. Tris has a good aim. I've been happily avoiding knives ever since.

I trio the jar but nothing comes out. What? I look inside it and here's nothing in there. What?! I feel a buzzing in my head. "Where's all the jam," I scream in rage.

I throw the jam jar as far and hard as I can and it hits a window, smashing it. I rage fully look to my side and see red in my hair. It disappears suddenly and I get my sanity back. Well, almost. I got the only sanity I have back. Yeah, I'm a crazy psychopath. I learnt that the hard way.

My mother walks into the kitchen and gasps. Oh, no. Oh, she is going to be so mad at us. You should blame in all on Caleb. Then Caleb will get in huge trouble and we'll get away with it, Tris says. I wish she would shut up already. Hey, I heard that! You will pay for it!

Damn! I will probably die. "It was Caleb," I say. What? Tris...

"Caleb," my mother screams.

"No, it wasn't Caleb, it was me." My mother looks confused. "No, what am I saying? Caleb did it. No, it was me!" I clamp my hands over my mouth to shut myself up. I usually have full power and control of what I do but Tris can take over if she's mad or if I'm scared.

"Uh...never mind. I'll let who ever it was off the hook just, I want you Bohr to do the dishes tonight, okay," my mother says.

We both reply with a 'yes'. That's it, we're ditching that! No we're not, Tris. We have to do it. I stumble forward and face plant into the floor. I feel a sharp pain in my hand and I yelp.

I look at my hand and see a shiny piece of glass in it, along with some blood. Cool, Tris says. She loves blood, gore, and other peoples pain.

A tear escapes my eye but Tris wipes it away. Hey, we don't want to look like a wimp for school! I may hate Tris but sometimes, she's right. I heard that too! You will pay double! Oh, no!


"Beatrice!" I hear Christina call me over and I got to her. She asked if she could call me Tris but I said no because that would summon her. I told her it brung back bad memories.

"Have you seen Marlene, Shauna and Lynn anywhere? They were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago! Grr!"

Tris laughs at Christina's anger. Christina scowls at me. Tris laughs at that too. "I'm just gonna go see if I can find them." I smile and run down the hallway.

I walk down the hallway on a search for the others when I am pushed against the lockers by...Peter. Molly and Drew stand behind him.

I wait for Tris to say something but she doesn't. I bet she's asleep. She was awake all last night controlling my nightmares. That bitch! Nothing...

I gulp as Peter inches his way closer to me. "Hey, Stiff. You have a really pretty face. You mind if I decorate it?" He calls me Stiff because when I was his girlfriend, that's right, girlfriend, I didn't want to...you know...do the dirty so he broke up with me. Now everyone who hates me calls me that and it's kind of embarrassing.

I shake my head and try to slip away but he puts his hand on my shoulder. "Oh, Stiff. Don't be like that. I just want to be friends. I just want a hug. Well, my fist does, at least." He doesn't like me because of that whole, bf, gf thing.

I try to escape, fast this time, when I feel a pain in my jaw. I feel another one in my leg, then my head. I'm on the floor being punched and kicked by Peter and his crew. He stops and has me held down so I can't move.

And that's when my hair goes red.

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