Hello, my Divergent fans! This is my first chapter and hope you love it!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DIVERGENT! (if I did I would probably be on this site posting a fan fiction)

~Tris' P.O.V

I couldn't take it anymore…

I swing my closet door open and rip all of my clothing off of various hangers.

I toss them over my head without care; not caring that I probably won't have any clothing to wear for my first day at Dauntless High tomorrow.

My hand yanks my pocketknife from my back jeans pocket and opens it. I drag the red pocketknife down the middle of my mattress after I rip off the dull, gray sheets.

I run my arm along my dresser, knocking off cologne bottles, notebooks and sketchbooks, CDs of the Imagine Dragons and Black Veil Brides, and my huge jar with my three years collection of marbles.

I flinch as the glass jar shatters as it hits the ground.

"Beatrice!" I hear my dad shout from downstairs.

"Yes…" I say slowly but loud enough.

"What the hell is going on up there?!" He shouts even louder.

"Nothing, Dad," I lie. "Just a mini celebration!"

Part of that is even true. I'm celebrating that I get to get out of this goody- good town and go on to Dauntless and finish school there…hopefully.

A slight knock on my door startles me, and I look around the room. It's like Hurricane Katrina took a spin through my bedroom.

"Come in," I answer with confidence, hoping it's not my mother nor father.

My twin brother, Caleb, trudges in and closes the door behind him.

"What do you want?" I question as he stares around the room, but he isn't shocked. This isn't the first time I did this.

"Tris, I wanted to talk to you about our exam test scores from yesterday," Caleb glares at the glass that's shattered on the floor in millions of pieces.

"We're not supposed to talk about the test scores, Caleb, and I assumed you knew that smarty pants," I mock him.

"Ha, ha, Tris, very funny. But I'm serious… I don't think I'll be staying here in Abnegation," He rubs the back of his neck.

"I don't think I'm staying either," I say as I dig through my dresser's drawers and throw any socks or extra gray clothes on the floor.

"Tris, come on, even I know you're not staying… no matter what your exam test results were," he slightly chuckles.

"Well, you are right, but what about mom and dad being on their own," I ask, even though I really don't care what they do for the rest of their lives.

"I don't know, but at least I'll see you around at school during lunch, probably," Caleb smiles crookedly.

"Yeah, but-" I can't finish my sentence because my father yells, "Beatrice! Caleb! Dinner!"

"Dad still calls you Beatrice?" Caleb looks confused, because 2 weeks ago I asked if my family could start calling me Tris, but only my mom and Caleb have helped me get through with this plan.

"Well, dad said, and I quote," I try to put on my best mocking voice of dad, " 'I think that is a foolish name to call you, honey. After all, I did name you.'"

Caleb laughs a high pitched laugh and says between breathes, " Wasn't that the night you then said , 'I can tell'?"

I nod and dad yells once again, "Dinner!"

"Coming!" Caleb and I yell in unison.

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"So, how did the exam go yesterday at school?" My father asks, but he is always this nosy.

I pick at my plain, white rice sitting on my plate, next to my corn and unseasoned chicken. I don't want to be the first to talk, but Caleb is surly not going to do it.

"It went fine," I answer flatly.

"Oh, well, I hope you two are choosing the right decision," My dad states and sets his fork down on the plate.

My mother fidgets in her chair and finally speaks up.

"Andrew, it is their choice, not ours. The-" My mother is cut off by Caleb yelling,

"Yeah, Mom!"

We stare at him and he acts like we aren't even looking at him. He just talked out of term. My father probably won't do anything about it, because Caleb has always been his favorite.

Silence takes control of the room.

"Since you two have had a rough day today, I might go buy you some type of sweets or something," My dad gets up from his chair, grabs his keys off the coffee table, and leaves out of the house without saying goodbye.

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My alarm clock rings, and I literally jump out of bed.

I hurry and brush my teeth, brush my hair, and throw on a gray t-shirt and some gray skinny jeans I got on sale two days ago.

I run down the hallway and bang on my twin brother's door really loud, I think I hear the ground shake underneath my feet.

The door swings open, and Caleb says, "Hey, Tris."

"Hi, Caleb. Are you ready?" I ask as I jump on the balls of my feet.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go," Caleb walks out of his room and I realize he is wearing the same clothes I am wearing… I just think it's a coincidence.

"Emily Pray," announces Marcus, the principal of Abnegation, as he stands next to Max, the principal of Dauntless, Johanna, the principal of Amity, Jeanine, the principal of Erudite, and another man, who whom I don't know his name, but must be the principal of Candor.

"Tris, no matter what you choose, I will always love you. I'll see you on visiting day next week, okay," My mother says and I nod. She already knows I'm not staying.

"Mom, I love you," I admit, even though I haven't shown it in a few years.

She smiles and gives my hand a small squeeze.

"Caleb and Beatrice Prior," Marcus says clearly and me and Caleb walk to the front.

I give him a small smile, and he returns one.

I walk down the line, and I know whose hand I am about to shake.

I stand in front of Max while Caleb, on the other hand, stands in front of Jeanine.

Max holds out his hand and I gladly shake it.

He smiles and says, " Welcome to Dauntless High."

I smile and Caleb and I walk separate directions. I speed up my paste and walk to the Dauntless Complex.

I spot a few Dauntless running up and down the halls, and one of them almost runs over me.

"Woah, sorry, my brother's a little clumsy," the other one says and shakes my hand. He stares at my clothes.

"Did you just get here?" He questions.

"Naw, I've been here the whole time just walking around in dull, gray clothes because I feel like it," I say sarcastically.

"Really!" The boy that tried to run me over says as he grins widely.

"Who are you again?" I ask.

"Oh, I'm Uriah, and this is my idiot, older brother, Zeke," Uriah says and pats Zeke on the back.

Uriah and Zeke have light brown eyes, but Uriah has a tanner skin color.

"Here," Zeke says and opens his backpack that I didn't know he had before. He pulls out a black shirt and some dark, blue skinny jeans.

"Thanks," I smile and take them from him.

"You can go change in the bathroom right down the hall," Zeke says and points his slender finger towards the hall going downwards.

"Okay," I frown.

"Wait, what's your name?" questions Uriah.

"Tris," I answer.

"Tris…" I hear them repeat my name, testing it out.

This is my first chapter and I hope you like it. I would love to hear comments and maybe get a few reviews if possible. Let me know if you want more. I will try to post tomorrow.

~Silverpupp