This is a new divergent story. I do not own divergent/

Tris POV

(Age 10)

I am walking home by myself today. Usually I would be with my elder brother Caleb on the bus, but he is ill and I gave up my place to an Erudite man. It starts to rain, so I pull my flimsy hood over my head.

Suddenly, I hear a cry. Around the corner of an abandoned alley, I discover a boy. He is wearing abnegation clothes and is crying.

" hello?" I ask.

He whimpers at the sound of my voice.

I walk over to him, crouch down next to him and place my hand on his shoulder. He looks up at me in shock. Physical contact is restricted in Abnegation.

" are you ok?" I ask him.

" no," he whispers.

" why not?" I am curious now. His eyes remind me of someone.

" my father. Marcus. He beats me."

I feel sorry for him now, and wrap my arm around his shoulder.

" I'm Beatrice." I say.

" Tobias"

We have not said, but I know we are friends.

I notice that he is shivering, so I pull my coat off and pull it around his shoulders. He winces.

" I'm sorry, tobias, is it hurting terribly?"

He nodded.

" come on."

I stand up, then offer out my hand. He takes it, then pulls himself he is up, he quickly lets go of my hand. I understand.

I walk him to his house, which is opposite mine.

" Goodbye, Beatrice." He says.

I bow my head like my father has taught me.

When he is inside, I walk into my house, careful not to let the door slam. I walk silently to the small kitchen area, and see that my father and Marcus are sitting at the table, discussing work in hushed voices.

" hello Beatrice,". My father says. " why are you soaking wet? You must be freezing!"

" it's ok, father,. I gave my coat to Tobias, because he didn't have his."

Marcus tenses at his sons name.

" well, Beatrice, before you catch your death of cold, I suggest you go upstairs and change. Oh, and give this to Caleb." My mother tells me.

I do as I'm told.

When I knock quietly on Caleb's bedroom door, I hear a weak voice saying

" come in,"

He looks bad. His face is pale and he has dark circles under his eyes.

" here you go," I hand him a bottle of water.

He unscrews The lid, then takes a gulp of it.

" Beatrice... I think I'm going to be sick..."

I pull the bucket that is at the side of his bed up and he vomits into it. Poor thing.

I half run, half walk down the stairs to see my mother.

" mum, Caleb has been sick."

" Oh, right. Beatrice, could you mind the stove for me please"

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After dinner, I go to bed, thinking of that boy I helped today...