A/N: I know, another FourTris high school fic. Wow I'm original! Anyways, I haven't written a Divergent fic…until now *cue dramatic music*. This is an overused plot, but I thought what would Divergent be like if it was set in a present day Chicago high school? And I guess you can figure out what that led to. There will be some similar events happening (if I even continue this) in this fic and Divergent because thats kida the point of this fic. So yeah I'm just going to start writing now because I have a feeling if this Authors Note goes on any longer I'm going to embarrass myself. So enjoy! Disclaimer: I don't own anything you may recognise.

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"Today forget your past, forgive yourself and begin again."

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I take a deep breath as I try to pull my hair up into a bun. Today is the day me and my older brother, Caleb, start our public new school. We've been homeschooled as long as I can remember, so the thought of being pushed around in school hallways, someone teaching me other than my mother, and other teenagers reactions to me, makes me dread the next eight hours of my life. As I finally pull my hair into a neat bun, Caleb stops in my bedroom doorway.

"Ready?" He asks me, dusting off his navy blue jacket. Caleb isn't my twin brother, but he enjoys making a big deal of being ten months older than me. I've never seen my brother not wearing some shade of blue or without a book in his hand.

"Yeah." I say under my breath, smoothing out my grey blouse. He nods and continues walking down the hallway, silently making his way downstairs. I follow Caleb downstairs and into the kitchen to come face to face with my father's stern face.

"Goodmorning Beatrice. How are you?" He asks, a hint of stress in his voice.

"Fine." I say, looking down at my white sneakers. I feel a tap on my shoulder and look up to face my mother holding out a brown paper bag with my name neatly printed on it. I take the bag and smile at my mother. I'm going to miss hanging out with my mother.

"Have a good day sweethearts." My mother says lightheartedly to Caleb and I as we make our way towards the front door.

"Bye mom!" Caleb calls back into the house as he grabs his backpack from the hallway closet. I sling my messenger bag over my shoulder as my parents shout their goodbyes from the kitchen. Caleb holds the front door open for me and I gladly step outside and make my way towards my brother's silver Honda. I get into the passenger seat to let my brother drive and buckle myself in, trying to ignore my unusually fast heartbeat. Caleb gets in next to me, buckles himself in, and turns the key in the ignition, starting the car.

"Are you nervous?" Caleb asks probably the most obvious questions ever. I wipe my moist palms on my dark jeans, hoping Caleb will figure out my answer so I won't have to talk. Unfortunately he doesn't and I sigh.

"Yes. Are you?" Caleb hesitates a moment before answering.

"Not really." And with that, he backs out of the long driveway and drives towards my inevitable doom.

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Chicago High is just outside of the actual city Chicago, so I don't really understand why they call the school Chicago High and not Close To Chicago High. As Caleb parks his Honda I can feel my heartbeat in my fingertips and take a deep breath, shaking as I exhale.

"Lets go Beatrice." Caleb says flatly, getting out of the car. I quickly try to follow him, bumping into a few kids covered head to toe in black with multiple piercings in each ear as I try to catch up to my brother. We walk into the front office, greeted by a black haired secretary.

"Hello. Beatrice and Caleb Prior, right?" The secretary asks, a wide smile spread across her pale face. Caleb nods, but I give the woman a confused look. How does she know our names. She seems to understand the confused look on my face and laughs. "Sorry, it's just that we don't get a lot of new students here at Chicago High. Most people around here either send their kids off to fancy private school or turn to homeschool."

"Oh, sorry." I apologize. What the secretary said isn't untrue. In my neighborhood, more than half of the kids are homeschooled by their parents or, if they're lucky enough to have one, maid. My best friend, Susan Black, is one of those lucky kids who is taught by her maid. My mother refuses to hire a maid, she says she didn't want to turn into one of those snotty stay at home politician's wives who spends too much time on her looks and nevers sees her kids. Susan's mother isn't one of those wives, Mrs. Black just spends most of her time helping the homeless and doing charity work that she can't efficiently teach Susan and her brother, Robert.

I realize that I have zoned out thinking about Susan and the other homeschoolers, because a woman with a stern expression plastered on her face. "Hello. I'm Ms. Matthews, the principal here at Chicago High and I also teach Honors Algebra. Here are your schedules and locker combinations." She holds out two pieces of bright white paper, and I see her long nails are painted a deep blue to match her pantsuit. I hesitantly take the paper with my name on it from Ms. Matthews and read my schedule. I'm in all honors classes because when I was in first grade my mother was teaching me third grade math. So I guess Ms. Matthews is my Honors Algebra teacher. I don't know why, but something about Ms. Matthews makes me feel...unsafe. That's probably not a good trait to have in a teacher.

My thoughts are interrupted when a girl walks into the main office. She's about five feet, six inches tall with chin length raven black hair and caramel colored skin. Her brown eyes twinkle when she sees Caleb and I awkwardly standing in front of Ms. Matthews.

"Oh, hi Ms. Matthews. Miss. Wong's internet is down and she asked me to deliver the attendance manually." The girl says, stealing glances at my brother and I.

"Goodmorning Christina. I was just welcoming these two new students." Ms. Matthews turns back to Caleb and I, a disturbing smile spread across her ageing face. "Beatrice, Caleb, I'd like you to meet Christina Smith," Christina waves at us, a small smile spread across her face. Ms. Matthews turns back to Christina, still smiling. "Christina, you and Beatrice have a similar schedule, would you mind giving Miss. Prior a tour of our lovely school?" Ms. Matthews says in a tone that doesn't sound like she's asking a question.

"Of course!" Christina says, her smile grows. I turn to Caleb, not wanting to leave him just yet.

"Um…" I say awkwardly. He gives me a small smile and puts his hand on my left shoulder.

"It's alright, go. I'll see you later, okay?"

"Okay."

(A/N: I just imagined Shailene Woodley as Tris and Ansel Elgort as Caleb. I'm crying right now.)

And with that, Caleb walks out of the office and into the hallway, holding his schedule in front of his face. Ms. Matthews turns around, smiles at the secretary, and walks back into a room that I assume is her office. Christina looks at me, and smiles once more.

"Come on, we're going to be late for first period." I give her a sheepish smile and follow Christina as she slips out of the office and into the hallway.

A/N: So I know that this was pretty boring, but things will pick up in the next chapter or three. I found the quote up at the top somewhere on the internet and couldn't find the source, so if you know the source, please let me know :). Anyways, let me know if I should even continue this and I do appreciate constructive criticism. Oh, and I just wanted to let you know that I'm not going to be updating until around September because...I'm grounded yay...! So anyways, thanks!

-Sparkulz