A/N: Hey all my wonderful followers and readers. I'm so sorry for being MIA for so long! I just had no inspiration. I also thought that my old story was moving WAY too fast, so I decided I am going to rewrite it. Please forgive me! Please R&R and feel free to ask me any questions :)!

Tris's POV

BEEP! BEEP !BEEP! BEEP! I wake up to the annoying sound of my alarm clock. I'm so excited for my first day of high school. (Note the sarcasm) The only good thing about this is that I get to get away from my beast of a father. I just wish he would just die already. I can't truly call him my father. No real father in their right mind would beat their own child.

This all started 9 years ago when I was 7 (do the math and you will find out I'm 16) after my mother died. Marcus started to blame me for her death which I couldn't have possibly been responsible for. She had cancer, and died a natural death. He also started drinking which made it worse. I have a brother named Caleb, but him being the genius he is, he is already in college. Marcus would beat Caleb and blame both of us for her death, but since he left I've been getting all the beatings. Normally he whips me, kicks me, punches me, then after all that he leaves me in a closet to starve. It's a fun process, but enough of all that, now I need to go to school.

I pick out an Aerosmith long sleeve shirt, white shorts, and black vans. I decide to put my long blonde hair into a side braid and leave few strands of hair out. I quickly rush downstairs grab an apple and go out the door before the sleeping beast wakes up.

I hop into my Porsche (yes I have a Porsche, Marcus works high in the government and gets paid well) and drive off to school. I'm in my second year of high school, but I just moved here. I am attending Divergent High school. When I finally arrive, I look at the huge building in front of me. It has 5 different colors to it. Red, Blue, Black, White, and Grey. I walk inside and go to the front office. The lady in the front looks nice enough. She has black hair with blue streaks, and looks to be short. Her nametag reads . I walk up to her.

"hey sweetie, what can I do for you?" she asks

"Um, I need my schedule please."

"Name?"

"Oh yeah, Beatrice Prior, but I would like my name down as Tris please." I say politely

" Sure thing, and it looks like you have one of my classes."

I just smile and nod in response.

I take a look at my schedule

Locker Number: 460 (Dauntless Hall)

AP Math: Mrs. Reyes

AP Chemistry: Ms. Matthews

Gym: Mr. Amar

LUNCH

Art: Mrs. Wu

AP History: Mr. Jones

AP LA: Ms. Witt

While I'm walking down the hallway trying to find my locker, being the clumsy person I am I bump into a wall. I fall onto the floor and look up. It turn out that that "wall" I actually a person. The guy I walked into is tall and pretty handsome. He has green eyes, brown hair, and a muscular build

The person says...

A/N: Please tell me what you think of this story and whether or not I should continue. Please feel free to ask any questions and give suggestions! BYE for now : )!