Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent.

Never did i think this would happen to me.

My entire life would change.

That I'd have to let go of everything I knew before.

But it was worth it. Oh so worth it.

I wake up, knowing today I have an early class. I sit up, looking around my dorm with my roommate Christina snoring as loud as possible. I sigh. She does this all the time. I check the time. 7:34. I get up, not bothering to be quiet. I get up drowsily and change in to a pair of leggings and a long sweater, covering my butt. I find it unnattractive when people don't.

I go to the bathroom take out my braids I slept in, making my hair waiver than usual. I put on a little mascara and foundation. I go back to my bed.

I grab my phone, computer, and all my other necessities and shove them into my bag. I put on my boots and walk out the dorm. Before I do, I wake up Chris.

"Hey Christina, get up. It's 8:10." I say In a small and quiet voice, but loud enough so she can hear me. I push her over off of her stomach. She just groans. I make a small smile to my self and walk out the door, off to my literature class. It's only two and a half hours, staring at 8:30.

I'm a Senior in college studying to become a teacher. It's in the middle of January, so it's "cold" outside, only 19 degrees (Fahrenheit). Where I go to college, Purdue University in Indiana, I feel like people are wimps. They always complain about the weather being too cold. I never find it cold, probably because I love it to muchwith Winter being my favorite season. It just feels right. I want to move where it's cold, maybe around Minnesota or in the East. I don't know.

I reach the building my class is in after the short walk there. It was nice with all the snow on the ground. I love the sound it makes when you step on it.

I walk in and sit in my usual spot. The back row, 5th chair from the aisle. On my left is Christina's boyfriend, Will. On my right is some girl named Jessica. AI don't really know her, but when I do make small talk with her, she's nice, grateful for what she's got.

I see Will come in as I'm turning on my computer go notes since we're getting s lecture today.

"Hey Will." I greet as sits down. "Hey Tris," he responds. I look at the time. 8:27. I sit with my eyes closed. I'm actually really tired since I stayed up until 1AM, a little earlier than usual Thuresday nights. I'm excited for the weekend. literature is my only class on Friday, and since its in th morning I have the rest of the day to do whatever I want. And another two days. it's great.

My professor walks in as I prepare myself for a long lecture.

I walk out of the class, walking with Will back to my dorm making small talk. He's taking Christina out for an early bruch. I'm not complaining since I get the dorm to myself. But later, I have to go to my new job at a grocery atore called Kroger. I'm gonna be the person who bags the groceries at the 15 items or less lane. Sounds fun, right?

I wouldn't do it if I didn't have to, but I need the money. But hey, it might be fun. I used to go there all the time when I was little.

We reach the dorm and I open it to reveal Christina on her bed in a pair of solid black jeans and and a cute "Purdue" T-Shirt. A more casual outfit for her.

"Oh, hey!" She says getting off of her bed. "Hey," Will and I say. Chris garba her long black jacket that goes down to her knees. She walks to the door where Will is. "Bye Tris!" she says as she slams the door.

I lay down on my bed and set an alarm for 11:15. I fall asleep a couple minutes after I lie down.

I hear my alarm go off. I open my eyes and get up, turning off the alarm. I get up and stretch as I always do after I sleep. I put on my uniform they have me, put my hair in to a french braid and grab my bag. I check the time; 11:31. Just enough time to walk there and still be really early. But that's good since it's my first day and they need to train me, not that bagging groceries for people requires too much work.

I walk in the store and go to the back where my boss told me to meet him. I go in and I see him. "Hi," I say to Zekez He's pretty attractive, also a senior in college but he's been working here since his first year here he told me.

"Okay, so as you know, you be the person here who's bags he groceries for people. At least that's where you will start. You'll make minimum wage, $7.25 an hour. You work on Fridays from 12:00pm to 7:00pm, Saturday's from !2:00 to 5:00, so you can still go out on Saturday nights. And I'm pretty sure that's it. Anything else you can think of?" he asks. He said it all in a laid back voice. I like him.

I shake my head slowly. "Nope, I think that's it. Thanks." I say, a small smile appearing on my lips. "Okay. Then your coworker, Four, will show you around and how to do everything." I nod. "Wait here and I'll get him." I nod again.

I sit in the hair in the room. It's not very comfy, but I don't really care. The room is dark with dim lighting. Just how I like it. I prefer the dark over the light for some reason. Too much light hurts my eyes.

I hear footsteps and the door opens. "Tris, this is Four. Four, this is Tris."

I look at my new coworker. He has dark brown hair and I think dark blue eyes. He also has a stubbly beard, which I find attractive on him. I usually don't like guys with beards or mustaches.

"Nice to meet you." I say giving him a nod of acknoledgement. "You too." he says. His voice is deep and masculine, almost intimidating. "Shall we get started?"

"Sure," I get up from the chair and follow him to my new job that will probably last for the rest of the school year. Hope it's good, because if not, I'm stuck with it for a while.

Well, I hope you likes the first chapter!

By the way, for the Super Bowl, go Seahawks! Because I was originally going to root for the Patriots, but then I figured out that they cheated. And I don't know if you can tell by the story, but I'm from Indiana. And I don't want to root for cheaters, even if the Seahawks won last year against Denver.

Anyways, sorry for any errors, and please review!