Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent, only my ideas.

A/N: So this is a new story which I tried to make original. If there are any other stories like this: I apologize now, but I swear I came up my own ideas about my story. And yes I have two other stories... but unfortunately I've hit writers block with them and I doubt I will continue them anytime soon. However with this story I have many ideas in mind and how the storyline is going to play out. So please read and review! I need motivation to continue!

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To be honest, when my parents first informed me that I would be attending this school in the fall, I wasn't what you could say…. a happy camper.

It was late June, finals were finishing up and all the students are hyped for summer vacation, myself included. It was like any normal break, with the exception that I was no longer the stiff faced freshman; instead I was officially a sophomore.

Vista Public was and always has been the school that distributes the report cards last. So when mine came in the mail it was like any other year. Unlike my older brother Caleb who would push my body aside just so he could open his first.

There wasn't a surprise when he sat at the kitchen table showing my parents his marks. All A's as usual. Mine on the other hand were an understatement opposed to his.

"…Sorry?" I shrugged in response towards the glares of my father.

I like to think that my choice of words were the reason Elliot Academy's school pamphlet landed on my dresser one morning.

At first I disregarded it, assuming it was Caleb's and mistakenly landed in my room. So I simply brought it back to its rightful owner. The second time it appeared I was a bit suspicious, but once again shrugged and this time put it in my father's office. However when it showed up a third time I decided to actually ask someone about why it keeps popping up in my room.

"You can't be serious about sending me there right?" I ask glancing at the pamphlet that now rests in my fathers grasp.

"Beatrice, your marks this year were unacceptable! No child of mine is going to get away with that," He yells making me shrink back in the process.

"So your answer is to send me to some snotty school! Don't I get a say in my education?" I ask him.

"You're already enrolled and I don't see-"

"Enrolled! So I'm just going to leave my school and my friends to go to some military camp?" I close my eyes and grunt loudly in frustration.

"It's a high school not a military camp," He snaps.

"A high school doesn't force their students into uniforms, they don't have dorm rooms, and they especially don't exist miles away from our homes!" I take the nearest object I can find and slam it on the table.

After my outburst I was 'grounded' for a week. Leading to my last week of summer and asked to start packing my things for the upcoming school year. Which consisted of a suitcase filled with my necessities, clothes, and my old laptop.

I look down at the black suitcase and sigh, contempt with what I had packed. And with a quick glance to the left, I grabbed my phone.

"Ready?" My mother stood holding my coat.

"Sure, whatever," I mumbled slipping my arms into the long sleeves.

Bidding my brother and father goodbye, we walked down the driveway to get in my mother's car. While the entire way there, I was dreading our arrival.

Luckily, the ride wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, only three hours at most. So when we pulled up by the gates towards campus I swear she could have seen the lump in my throat.

"Do you need help? Or want me to go in with you?" She asks and I shake my head.

I open the car door, and grab my stuff in the back while waving goodbye to her as she drives away. Once she's out of range I turn my body towards the gates of Elliot Academy, and with a large intake of breath I walked through them and into the campus. While the entire time I'm making my way to the office, the only thing I can think about is:

Damn, I should have studied for those Bio tests.

Once I miraculously guided myself around the large area I found the office.

"Oh thank God," I sighed and squeezed in line with the other transfer students.

Realizing that it wouldn't be anytime soon before I'm near the front of the line I took my hand and dug in my coat pocket until I felt the crumpled up pamphlet. Straightening it back out, I studied the interior map ahead of time so that I would have at least some clue of where I'm going.

I must have looked at it for some time because the woman at the front desks voice echoes through the small space, "Next!" Slightly blushing, I make my way up to the counter.

"Name and grade please," She asks.

"Beatrice Prior and sophomore," I state, quickly stuffing the pamphlet back in my pocket. "But I prefer being called Tris," I add.

"... Don't care... and here's your dorm key along with your uniform." She hands me both items along with a brochure about campus activities. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought my parents sent me to a college. "Your roommate should already be in your dorm. Have a nice day,"

"Thanks, you too." I mutter already annoyed with this school.

But my last-minute study session came in handy as I didn't take to long to find dorm section B5. Now all I have to do is find room 104. The entire time I went looking around, the other students would send me disgusted looks as if I were something of another specie. I was right about this school being snotty.

Despite my poor encounter with other kids, I finally found my room. All I care about now is laying down on a bed and crashing for the night. As I'm turning the key my last thoughts are along the lines of:

Please don't be stuck with an annoying petty girl...

But that was the least of my worries when I open the bright white door to find a shirtless boy in the bed on the left side of the room wearing only black jeans and a pair of running shoes tapping away on his phone.

Blushing furiously I stammer out the first few words I could think of. "Am I in the right room?"

He looks up with a smirk playing on his lips. "Room 104, unless of course you couldn't read the number on the door."

And I thought this school couldn't get any worse.

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So there's chapter one! Any feedback is helpful!