Author's Note: Hi! this is my first fanfiction, so I'm not sure if it'll be any good, but I'm writing it anyway. Divergent set in modern day are my favorite type of fanfics so decided to write one myself. The story will mostly be in Tris's point of view, but if it isn't you'll be notified at the beginning of the text. Please feel free to R&R! I appreciate any and all feedback.
Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent, or any of the recognizable characters below. Rights go to a lovely Veronica Roth.
TRIS POV
I glanced at the clock on my bedside table. The time reads 11:16 pm, but I can't fall asleep. Tomorrow is going to be my first day at my new high school. My dad had gotten a job offer from the mayor of Chicago, so he took the job and moved my whole family here with him.
I'm not unhappy about living in Chicago, but it's so different than my small hometown. I think back to when my brother Caleb and I would play with our neighbors Robert and Susan. The four of us used to do everything together, but now I'm going to be alone. Caleb wont be going to the same high school as me as he got accepted into some prestigious school called Erudite Academy. You have to have a high IQ and pass their crazy difficult intelligence tests to get in. My parents tried to get me to go there too, because I usually get good grades, but I didn't want to spend my time cooped up in a library and destroy my social life like Caleb.
Instead I'll be going to the Kelvyn Park High School a few blocks from my new home. I'm not very good at making friends because I've always had Robert, Susan, and my brother around, but I'm determined to at least make one on my first day.
Eventually my thoughts slow down and I fall asleep.
Instead of waking up to my alarm clock, I wake up to my brother knocking on my door. "Beatrice! Wake up! Today is the first day of school!"
"Five more minutes," I groggily ask.
"No Beatrice! Let's not be selfish. Everyone in the house is already awake."
I roll my eyes at this. Let's not be selfish.Both of my parents are ridiculously selfless and it seems they only passed on this trait to Caleb, because he is constantly scolding me about my "selfishness".
The knocking on my door continues. "Okay! I'm up Caleb!" I shout.
When I finally hear him walk down the hall, I get out of bed and get ready. I walk over to my closet and see what I have wear. Most girls like to plan out there first-day-of-school-outfits, but I was never into that.
I decide on a pair of skinny jeans and a dark gray crewneck sweater. Since it's my first day I decide to put on some make up too. The only make up I own is mascara and foundation because that's all my mother ever bought me. For some reason, she thinks wearing too much make up is selfish.
I take a look at myself in the mirror. I'm as small and childlike as ever. My mascara does little to make me appear any older. I push my long blonde hair to one side and notice that although my outfit is plain, the dark gray of my shirt makes my blue-gray eyes seem brighter.
"Beatrice, Caleb! Breakfast is ready!" I hear my mother call. I look away from the mirror, grab my backpack, and head downstairs.
My family and I sat down at the table to eat our breakfast. The whole time Caleb was rambling on and on at how amazing his new school will be.
He suddenly turns to me and says, "Beatrice, shouldn't you head to your bus stop? I would give you a ride since mom and dad got me a car so I could drive myself to Erudite Academy, but you know, I can't, because then I would be late for Erudite Academy. It's too bad you're not going to Erudite Academy too. Did you know Jeannine Mathews, the principle of Erudite Academy, recently just released a study about how sleep affects adolescents? It's quite intriguing-"
I get up and from the table and head out the door as quickly as possible to avoid hearing more about the wonders of his precious school.
The bus ride to school was pretty short. I have to find the office, so I can get my schedule, but unfortunately for me, I am completely lost. The school is huge and I can't find my way around. I look down at the map of the school that I was mailed along with my registration packet, but I can't make much sense of it.
I continue my attempt to navigate my way to the office when I run into a wall. When I glance up, I notice that it isn't a wall that I had rammed into, but a person.
"Sorry, I didn't see you there," a deep voice said. I look up at to person's face, and notice that it's a guy, who is probably older than me. He has dark hair and dark blue eyes with long lashes. Upon further inspection I notice that one of his eyes has a patch of lighter blue to the left of his iris.
"Hey, are you okay?" he says, breaking me out of my trance. He probably thinks I'm a weirdo for staring at his eyes for so long.
I stammer "Um what? Sorry. Yeah. I'm fine; I'm just-" He cuts me off with a chuckle. "Lost?" he asks. I nod my head.
"I'm looking for the office." I say.
"I'm headed that way. I'll walk you there."
We begin to walk down a few halls when he turns to me and asks, "So you're a freshman?" I sigh. Of course he would think that. I'm lost and I look like I'm twelve years old, even though I turned sixteen a few months ago.
"Uh no, I'm a junior." I reply. "Oh" he says, sounding a bit surprised. We continue down a few more halls in silence until we reach the main office.
"Well, here you are," he says. "Thanks" I mumble, and walk past him into the office.
According to my schedule, my first hour is literature. When I eventually find the classroom, most of the seats are already taken. There are only two open seats. One next to an arrogant looking boy with dark hair glaring in my general direction, and another next to a tall pretty girl, with dark skin and short hair. The girl seemed like the best bet so I took a seat beside her. She smiled at me as I sat down.
I pulled out my notebook when the bell rang. Our teacher stood in front of the class and said, "Hey what's up. I'm going to be your literature teacher. My name is Tori."
I was a bit surprised at how informal her introduction was. Apparently the rest of the class was to because Tori just smirked and said, "I don't think that me being pretentious will gain your respect." I guess that was reasonable.
Tori began to take attendance. I learned that the arrogant looking boy's name was Peter, and that the girl sitting next to me was named Christina. Then she got to my name. "Beatrice Prior?" she called. Did I really want to go by Beatrice here? I mean it's a new school, so I could have a new name to reinvent myself.
"Beatrice Prior?" she called again. "Here!" I said a little too loud, "and I go by Tris," I added. Tori nodded her head and jotted something down on her attendance sheet.
After attendance, Tori passed out a class syllabus and a worksheet. "Since it's your first day, all you guys have to do is fill out this worksheet," Tori announced. "Don't get too loud," she added.
I looked at the worksheet, and it was one of those getting-to-know-you assignments where you have to write down your hobbies, and other facts about you. I began to write my new name "Tris Prior" at the top when the girl next to me interrupted me.
"Hey! Tris, right?" I nodded, "I'm Christina. I've never seen you at school before, are you new.?" I nodded again. Then I remembered how I needed to make a friend today. I don't really know what to say so I decide to complement her.
"I like your shirt," I said. That made Christina's whole face light up.
"Really? Thanks!" she said, "I got it from this little vintage shop and it was a great deal. There was one like it in red, but I thought this white one was much more stylish don't you think?"
I don't really know much about fashion so I just smiled and nodded. Before I had to think of something else to say, the boy in front of Christina turns around and asks, "Hey for number three it says write a paragraph, but I'm not sure how long to make the paragraph."
"A paragraph is typically 3-5 sentences." I pipe up.
"Oh, okay thanks…. What's you name again?" He asks.
Christina answers for me, "Will, this is Tris, she's new. Tris, this is Will."
"I'm old." He says. Christina rolls her eyes at the joke and I laugh at this.
The three of us work on our worksheets together until the end of class. It turned out that Christina and I also have our second hour, Calculus, together. Christina gives me directions to my third hour when we part ways, so I don't get lost.
I think I'll like this new school. I already made two new friends, which is more than I had expected.
