First of all I would just like to thank Adina2938 and BooksAreMyLife365 for their wonderful reviews! I'm excited about where this story could go! Please continue to tell me how my story is going or if you have any ideas for me! Here is my second chapter. Enjoy!

Disclaimer I do not own Divergent or it's characters.

Tris POV

I step off the plane and see the car waiting. Waiting to take me back to the school, I so desperately despise. The whole school is fake, even my "friends." Sometimes I just wish that I could go to a normal school, with normal people, who would like me for me. Not like me because of my dad. The ride to the boarding school is short and soon I am watching the rolling fields that surround the school. We turn a corner and the school stands there proudly. I step out of the car and an attendant smiles and says "Welcome back Ms. Prior."

"Thank you. Could you tell me what room I am in?" I ask.

"Of coarse! You are in the same room as last semester."

"Okay. Thank you." I drag my suitcase up the stairs and head down the hallway to the right. Finding my room I unlock the door and suddenly all I hear is screams. Tiffany and Chelsea, I inwardly sigh. "Hey girls!" My fake personality takes over.

"BEATRIS!" They scream. I swear my eardrums might break. They giggle and hug me.

"Guys, you're squishing me." I gasp and they let go. "How was your breaks?"

"Good." they reply together "Tiffany got first with Winston at their last horse show!" Chelsea excitedly informs me.

"WOW! Congratulations. That's great! Are you guys going to nationals then?" I ask pretending to be interested. The truth is I really don't care. She owns ten very expensive horses and she doesn't take care of a single one of them. She has people for that.

"Yes!" She squeaks. "I can't believe I get the honor of going there again!"

Our conversation continues like that and very soon I am exhausted. Being fake is so hard.

…Later that night…

The phone rings and rings. I hope he picks up.

"Beatrice, hello! How are things going?"

"Hi dad. I actually wanted to talk to you about something."

"Is something wrong honey?"

"Dad, I want to go to a normal high school, not this boarding school for fake people."

"That is not very nice Beatrice." His tone is slightly threatening.

"But dad, please, just for one year, to try it out!" I wine.

"Okay, but just for one year." He folds and I'm suddenly excited.

"THANK YOU DAD!" I scream and with that we say goodnight and I head back to my room to pack. The next morning I get back on the plane. I wonder what school I'm going to. I wonder what kind of people I'll meet. I wonder. I wonder. I wonder.

Tobias POV

School is going to start again soon and I can't wait. It gives me space from Marcus and at least, when I have school the next day, the beatings are not as harsh. He only hits me where I can cover it up. I wonder where Beatrice, I mean Tris goes to school. I hear the front door open and close, my body tenses. Silently I listen, he marches into the kitchen and the refrigerator opens and slams shut. Thank god, he's going to stay downstairs for a wile. My body relaxes and I get into bed.

Tris POV

The school my dad picked out is called Divergent High School, it's for "gifted youngsters." I should of known there would be a catch to my dad giving in. From what I can tell its dividend into groups, fractions they call them. There are five, Abnegation, the selfless people, Erudite, the intelligent people (Caleb would love that fraction), Amity, the peaceful, Candor, the honest, and lastly, Dauntless, the brave. I will have to take a test to decide what fraction I get put into. I get nervous even though I know I can't fail it.

…Time Skip to the First Day…

I park my '05 Honda Accord in the schools parking lot. My dad wanted to buy me a brand new one but I didn't want to stand out too much, I didn't want people knowing that my family is rich. The parking lot is already about half full and there is still a half an hour till school starts. Maybe people actually like going to school here. I walk up the cross walk and through the front doors. I notice an office to my left and enter. There is a woman, probably early twenties, typing furiously. "Excuse me, my name is-"

"I know who you are," she cuts me off, "come back here with me." She sits me in front of a computer and opens up a test. "The test should take you about ten minutes." She informs me.

"I didn't catch your name." I say curious.

"The name's Tori, now take your test."

"Okay." I say and face the computer.

Ten minutes later I finish and Tori pulls up my results on her computer screen.

"Well congratulations, your results were inconclusive, you can pick Abnegation, Erudite, or Dauntless." The decision I make now will affect the rest of my school year. Should I be selfless, smart, or brave? What if I want to be all three? Thoughts like that swirl around my mind and Tori stairs at my expectantly.

"Dauntless," I say.

"Well then, welcome to Dauntless." She says.