A/N: My take on the Divergent High-School thing, I know it's SUPER overused but I'm a sucker for these so I decided to write one myself! I'm gonna try to add some twists that make it different from the other ones, so please give it a shot! First fanfic, just letting you know:) If anyone has any criticism or suggestions I'd love to hear it, if you think something should change or have any ideas or anything please let me know! I love criticism as long as it makes my work better! Sorry in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes; I doubt there will be very many because I proofread my writing but you never know. Well I'm gonna shut up now and get to the story, promise my authors notes won't usually be this long! Enjoy Chapter 1!

Tris POV:

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
I jolt awake to my obnoxious alarm clock at 6 in the morning. Today, though, I don't mind. It's the first day of my junior year in Chicago, also my first day of school in Chicago ever.

My dad is in the military, so we move all the time. I haven't stayed anywhere longer than three years in my entire life, and since the 6th grade I've moved every single year, sometimes twice a year. But this time is different-I'm going to stay in Chicago until I graduate!

I quickly get out of bed and walk over to my closet, trying to pick something nice to wear. I decide on a red shirt and dark blue jeans, along with my black leather jacket and combat boots. I apply a small amount of makeup, just some moisturizer and mascara. My parents don't allow me to wear much makeup unless it's for a special occasion, but I don't mind. If people don't like me for who I am, I shouldn't care about them anyways. I decide to flat-iron my hair, which, admittedly, I do to annoy my parents. They don't like me to do anything with my hair either, and honestly I don't care either way, but sometimes it's nice to do something with myself that they don't like but can't do anything about.

By the time I'm done flat-ironing my thick, blonde mass of hair, it's already 6:45. I head downstairs to grab breakfast so I can make sure I get to school a few minutes early to pick up my schedule and find my locker in time for class. "Good morning, Tris. You're up early," my mom says. It's true, last year, when I didn't have my license yet, I would always have to sprint down to the bus stop. And even when I did turn 16, I practically sped to school everyday to get there in time.

"Well, I'm gonna try to get there a little early to get my schedule. And, umm, thanks for calling me Tris," I reply with a smile.

Last year, people made fun of me for being named 'Beatrice'. They said it was stuck up and prissy. I never really liked the name, and it was the perfect excuse to come up with a nickname, so I decided that I wanted to be called Tris instead. Unlike my dad and my older brother Caleb, my mom embraced the nickname and started calling me by it right away. It took the other two a little longer, and you'll still catch 'Beatrice' coming out of their mouth quite often.

"Good morning Bea... umm... Tris. Good morning, Tris," my dad says, coming down the stairs. Like that. He almost called me Beatrice.

"Morning, Dad!" I say.

"Hey Tris, ready for school to start?" my brother Caleb says. He's only nine months older than me, but since he was borderline grade levels and he was smart, they moved him up a grade instead of down. He's a senior this year.

"Yup! Hey toss me a muffin..." I say, putting my hands up to catch the food. He throws the muffin to me and I catch it and take a bite.

"Well I better get going if I wanna try to get my schedule and find my classes before everyone gets there. See ya!" I call as I walk out the door and head to my old, beat up red Mazda. Not the best car, but I bought it from my parents for a cheap price and it'll last me until I save up enough for a better one. Besides, transportation is transportation, and as long as I can drive myself places I don't really care what I drive!

My mom stops me on my way out. "Umm, Tris, honey, I know you've made a habit of keeping to yourself and not getting attached to people since we move so much, but you're going to be here until you graduate so please just try to make some friends. These are the years you'll remember later on in life! Try to enjoy them, please," my mom pleads softly.

"Okay," I whisper back.

She smiles. "Have a great first day!" she calls out.

"Bye! Love you!" I reply.

I hop into my car and start driving to school, using the GPS on my phone as a guide. My parents JUST let me and my brother get iPhones, and I've been using mine for practically everything on earth. I find my way to the school successfully and walk into the principle's office.

"Hi," I say to get his attention. He looks up at me.

"Oh, hello. Are you the new student?" he asks. Wow, they must not get many new students here if he can assume that.

"Yeah-I mean-yes," I stutter. He doesn't seem like the type of person that likes the word 'yeah'.

"Okay then, erm, Beatrice, right?" he asks, rummaging through files.

"Yes, and I'd rather be called Tris if that's okay?" I say the last part almost like a question.

"Yes, that's fine. I'll just make note of that so the other teachers will know when they call out role. So here's your schedule, you're quite a smart young lady," he responds, handing me my schedule.

"Thanks," I say in response to his compliment as well as him giving me my schedule.

"Well, off you go, I hope you enjoy our school!" he says.

I thank him and walk off, taking out my schedule and looking at it,

1st-Chemistry (It's not a 12th grade class, but it's advanced 11th grade. I'm surprised, science was my worst subject last year!)
2nd-History (not my favorite subject, but I can tolerate it)
3rd-Calculus (as much as I hate math, I've always been alright at it so I'm not too shocked about being in a 12th grade math class)
4th-AP ELA (definitely not surprised, language arts has always been my best and favorite subject!)
5th-LUNCH! (who doesn't love lunch?!)
6th-Drama (I don't mind it; I've always been interested in acting, it's just the history of it that kind of bores me)
7th-Guitar (awesome! I've been taking guitar for a while now!)
8th-Gym (my favorite, tied with ELA!)

I find my locker, number 646 (A/N: sorry I just had to do that!) and try to open it. Voices start filling the room and I realize that school is about to start. Well, here goes nothing! Hello, first day of school!

~DauntlessFlames46