Tris's POV:
"Beatrice get up!" I moan, a little too loudly for my taste. It sounds weird and Caleb barges into my room, "Is everything alright, Beatrice?"
I suddenly find myself laying on the floor and Caleb helps me up. "Listen I know how sad you were when dad died but Beatrice, mom was more upset. She finally found someone and she's going to get married. We're losing the house, and yes, we all have to move in with him. The least you can do is be happy for mom and deal with that fact that you're going to have to adjust to a new school. C'mon we have to pack."
"Hey Caleb?" I ask, it isn't really a question its more like a statement.
"What Beatrice?" He looks annoyed with me now.
"Don't call me 'Beatrice' anymore, its a new place and I want a new name."
"What do I call you then?" He seems to have cooled down.
"I'm still trying to figure that out." He rolls his eyes and leaves the room and I pack everything up and the moving truck shows up. I'm not ready to leave.
I put everything in the truck and wave goodbye to the house. I turn but I hope it waves back, in its own little mind in its own little world.
Four's POV:
I wake towards the words that don't surprise me anymore, "Wake up you pathetic piece of nothing." For the first ten seconds I don't move, wondering if he's left yet. He flips my bed so I'm laying face down on the floor with a bloody nose and a mattress as my new blanket.
I get up and wipe the blood from my face without using the mirror because he's downstairs. And our only mirrors in the house are downstairs.
I jump out the window trying to avoid him, my legs sting a little bit but its worth it.
I head to school. Second semester, new schedule. I receive it, knowing I'm not going to be happy about my classes. I take a peek.
1. Biology-R. #: 456-Teacher: Mrs. Matthews
2. World History-R. #: 109-Teacher: Mrs. Turner
3. Self Defense-R. #: Gym-Teacher: Coach Tori
4. Art-R.#: Art Room-Teacher: Mrs. Smith
5. Language-R. #: 23-Teacher: Mr. Ables
6. Home Ec.-R. #: 964-Teacher: Mr. Bigote
7. Geometry-R. #: 275-Teacher: Mrs. Young
Its a day like any other except Lynn comes up with a napkin at lunch, licked it, and wiped at my face. There must be blood still on my face, because when she shows me the napkin its pink stained. The color of love.
"What happened Four?" I hate my nickname, there's no need for it anyway, no need at all. I just liked the number.
I'm about to make up some bizarre lie but I'm saved by the bell.
In art class I get bored really easily and then the teacher says it.
"We're getting a new student." That caught my attention, no one has moved into this school for 9 years. I have to know who this person is.
That's my first chapter of my Divergent High School, please Review :)