A/N: another chapter! I figure Preface was too short so I decided to post this one now. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent! I wish I did*weep* Veronica Roth has the credit.

CHAPTER 1

*Present Day*

'Beatrice!' Someone is pounding on my door. Caleb. 'Beatrice hurry up! You're gonna be late!'

I groan. Damn Caleb for being so eager. For God's sake it's only just past seven in the morning, and school isn't starting until 8:30.

I jump out of bed, grab my t-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans and get dressed. Caleb is still slamming his fist at the door.

'I know Caleb!' I shout, annoyed.

Finally some quietness.

I run down the stairs for breakfast, earning a disapproving look from my father. He always tells us not to make ourselves noticeable in any way. I roll my eyes at this. Selfless. Always selfless.

Then my father speaks, 'today is your first day at Divergent High, I want you both to behave yourselves, and don't cause trouble for your classmates or teachers.'

Yeah, yeah. I inwardly sigh. Honestly I don't know how many schools Caleb and I have been to. All I know is that our father travels a lot because of his work as a government employee, so the whole family needs to go with him.

'Beatrice, are you listening?'

I gulp. 'Yes,' I lie.

'Paying attention to others while they speak is a noble act, Beatrice, I hope you can learn to do that well.' My father looks at me sternly.

'Yes father.'

*PAGE BREAK*

I practically run to my car after that miserable breakfast. The drive to school is uneventful. I'm still trying to figure out why the school is called 'Divergent'. When I get there, I finally understand why.

The school has five buildings, each with a different colour. Grey, red and yellow, blue, white with black dots and completely black with graffiti.

I gape. What have my father gotten us into?

Caleb parks his car right next to mine and we walk to the registry.

'Name?' the lady behind the desk asks the pile of documents in front of her as we enter.

'Caleb Prior.' My brother relies, frowning at the unwelcoming attitude, 'and this is-'

'Tris Prior.' I say, cutting across Caleb. He raises an eyebrow at me, and I shrug. When I enrolled in Divergent High I thought about using the name 'Beatrice' but then went against it using 'Tris'. I don't know why I did that, but 'Beatrice' just doesn't sound right here.

'Caleb Prior. Your test results assigned you to Erudite, the blue building. Tris Prior, yours assigned you to Dauntless, the black building.' She says, handing each of us a schedule.

Oh right. The bloody tests Caleb cared so much about once he knew we needed to go pass a test to get into the school. I doubt that Erudite is full if book nerds, like Caleb.

We set off to different buildings. Mine looks a little bit creepy, with graffiti all over the bottoms of the walls and the colour black covering every inch of the building leaving no trace of white whatsoever.

When I step into the building, all I can see is a sea of black and metal. People with rings piercing through their lips or between eyebrows. Their clothes are black, and you can see tattoos on their arms or necks or even cheeks.

What. Have. I. Gotten. Myself. Into.

Luckily I chose to wear a black t-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans that I can now try to blend in with the others. I fail miserably.

'Hey, you new here?'

I'm just looking for my locker! Why would that makes you think I'm new?

But instead of saying that, I nod.

'No wonder I haven't seen you before, and I pretty much know every girl here.' I raise my eyebrow slightly at that. She grins widely, 'I'm Christina, by the way, and you are?'

'Tris.' I say, smiling a little at her.

'Okay, Tris, I assume you're a sophomore?'

'You assume right.'

'Well then, need any help?'

I'm not used to being with passionate people, but Christina makes me feel welcomed, even though she too is wearing a black outfit and two tattoos are visible on her bare shoulders.

'Yeah um actually, I'm looking for my locker.'

'Easy. C'mon, I'll show you!'

Christina practically drags me with her, and my smile widens. This place is crazy, yes, but not bad. Everywhere I look, it screams FREEDOM at me, those seven letters sparkling like a neon sigh in my eyes. After we're done with my locker-which, surprisingly, is beside hers-she drags me to our first class, Spanish.

*PAGE BREAK*

Morning goes by as a blur. By the time we have lunch, I already know quite a few people, thanks to Christina. Will, a blond, shaggy-haired boy who I'm sure Christina has a crush on. Uriah, with dark eyes, loves cakes and is never serious-during the Math class we had together this morning, he spent half of it cracking jokes. Marlene, Uriah's girlfriend, and Lynn, who looks bored and seldom talks to anyone.

We sit at the same table for lunch. When we settle down with plates of food on front of us, three seniors come and sit down at our table. Two boys and a girl.

I feel my eyes widen. Christina nudges me with her elbow and introduces me to them.

'There's Four, Zeke and his girlfriend Shauna.' She points out for me, and then turn to them, 'guys, this is Tris.'

Zeke smiles at me and Shauna gives me a hug before they both sit down. Four was looking bored, just like Lynn, but when my name is mentioned, he snaps his head up, fixing his eyes at me.

I stare back, surprised. His eyes are dark blue, like the night sky. I should avert my eyes, I know, but somehow I can't.

Uriah coughs, and I look back down at my plate, blushing. Uriah gives a small laugh, but stops rather quickly when he catches my glare.

We have lunch like nothing happened, but I can still feel the heat that I feel every time I'm being stared at, and I know whose eyes are on me. Too bad he's sitting right across from me, and I can't raise my head, because if I do, ours eyes will certainly meet.

But I still raise my head.

It's like staring into a deep well. His eyes are asking a silent question, but I can't catch that.

'Looks like Four has his eyes on you Tris.' Christina teases me in my ear.

I turn around to see her grinning, a sly glint in her eyes. I bat her arm, and she laughs, 'sorry Tris!' she quickly apologizes, but strangely I find myself grinning too.

A/N: throw me rotten eggs if you think this is not good, because I have the feeling this is bad:( tell me what you guys think please?

-Isabelle