A/N: Hello, again people. First things first...last chapter, I forgot to put a disclaimer! So, if you haven't figured it out yet, I am not Veronica Roth, therefore I don't own Divergent or any of the characters, but the plot is mine. So I will stop this rambling and get on with the story. Another A/N at the end.

I wake up in the morning to a bright light in my eyes. I see Jeanine standing over me with a flashlight in hand.

"Wake up," she says gruffly. "Time to get ready for school." I jump out of bed, narrowly missing Jeanine in the process. She shakes her head and walks out, slamming my bedroom door.

I glance around my small bedroom, trying to find something satisfactory for school this morning. Not that I really care. My closet is hopeless. At most, I have seven complete outfits. And one is a black dress that I wore to 8th Grade graduation 3 years ago. I sigh and throw on an old black hoodie and some black skinny jeans. I pull on my black combat boots and quickly go into the bathroom. Last night, Jeanine set some hair dye in my bathroom, saying once again she didn't want anyone to know I was her 'daughter'.

Taking a closer look, I now see the color is black, just like the rest of my outfit. I also see some black eyeshadow and lipstick on the counter. What does Jeanine want everyone to think? That I'm some depressed emo kid? Maybe I don't talk (ever) and I haven't smiled in 10 years, but that doesn't mean I'm depressed...does it?

Once again, I sigh and begin to put the dye in my hair. The grueling process takes me 30 minutes, and after putting on the eyeshadow and lipstick, I rush back to my room to grab my backpack (black, also) before trudging down the stairs. I race to the kitchen, where I meet Jeanine once more.

"Now, Six." She stresses my name on purpose. "I have already told the teachers that you won't talk, so you should have no problems there." She pauses before taking a deep breath and continuing. "I want to make one thing clear, however. I do not want you showing anyone..." She looks at me sternly, "Anyone about your, um, lessons. Those are between you and I, so I don't really want word getting around about them. Got it?" I nod shakily and she seems satisfied, turning away from me once more.

The painful silence in the room as we eat is brutal, but soon, I am grabbing the keys to my black BMW I received when we first moved here. Transportation, Jeanine had said, but I knew it was all just a facade to make it seem like I was being treated well at "home".

The drive to school was excruciating since Jeanine had only programmed the car to play Bright Eyes-I seriously think she wants me to feel depressed-and the radio was disconnected. Without music, I felt like nothing. She had even taken my walkman away. I drove through the gates of my new school-Factions High-and wondered how I would communicate. I hated even writing things down-something Jeanine had found out when I was still homeschooling with her-and I would only answer in multiple choice questions.

Immediately, I walked towards the front office to receive my schedule. Looking at it, I saw I had lunch about halfway through the day, but unfortunately, my favorite class was last, and my LEAST favorite, first.

Six Matthews

Locker Number 179

Locker Code 10-3-18

1st Period- History with Mr. Eric

2nd Period- Art with Ms. Tori

3rd Period- Trigonometry with Mr. Matthew

4th Period- English with Mr. Robert

5th Period- Lunch

6th Period- Music with Ms. Tori

7th Period- Language Arts with Ms. Susan

8th Period- Chemistry with Mr. Matthew

9th Period- Gym with Ms. Lauren

I frown at my last name. Do I really have to assume Jeanine's last name? This makes it seem like I am tied to her in some way.

The secretary looks at me with a glint in her eye and says, "I called down a girl who has the same schedule as you to lead you around the school. She also has a group of friends who stick with her. Um, just be warned that she can be...tiring at times." She almost looks guilty when she says this. I start to nod, but I realize what this means. I have to make friends? I look at the secretary, alarmed, but she doesn't seem to see me.

I hear a joyous exclaim from down the hallway. I turn to see a mocha colored girl with dark brown hair rushing towards me.

She stops just inches from my eyes and exclaims in a very loud voice, "Hello, you must be Six. What a cool name. Did you choose it or were you born with it? I can see you like the color black. Hey, do I know you from somewhere? You look an awful lot like Tommy. Do you know him from somewhere? But your hair looks a bit different in color. Oh, well. Maybe not. I hope we can become friends. I love love love making new friends. You seem quiet, Why are you not answering me? Am I talking too fast again? That is something my friends say I have a problem with. No? Well, anyways I hope you can meet our group soon. I think you have at least one class with me, Marlene, Shauna, Lynn, Four, Zeke, Uriah, Will, Tommy-" She's abruptly cut off by the secretary, who looks less than pleased.

"Christina," she says sternly. "This is Six. She doesn't talk. You will be showing her to her classes. Please be mindful of her decision to not talk." With that, the grumpy secretary turns away to work on her computer once more. Christina looks at me, appalled.

"You don't talk?" She whispered, and I shook my head. "Wow. Well, that is okay, I think. You still need to meet our group." I sighed and nodded. There was no getting out of this one. All I could hope for was a chance to escape if things got too rough.

A/N: Okay, second chapter. Was it okay? I just want to say thank you to the people who have reviewed and followed/favorited my story. This chapter is for you. I also want to say I will most likely post a chapter every day/every other day for the next two weeks because I am on Winter Break. Here is the fun facts:

About me: The longest I have read without stopping was for roughly 28 hours. If you want to get technical, I had a water bottle by my chair, so sometimes I would sip that. This was over spring break and I had a goal to finish reading War and Peace in less than two weeks (I made it in 10 days!)

About the story: This story is mostly being played by ear, but i do have some plot twists outlined that will be coming up, and one major one. I will tell you when those are.

See you later, peoples!