June 8th 2019

Tris

I groan, confused. Where am I again? I blink, my mind clearing. Right. Camp.

The camp director, a woman named Johanna, had sent Chris, Will and I to an empty cabin for the night. Before we set out to find the cabin they'd told her about their relationship. To all of our surprise she had been completely fine with it, under the condition that they keep the PDA to a minimum while the campers are here. They'd readily agreed.

I hear Christina shift above me. A few seconds later I hear a thud and her voice softly cursing; she must've hit her head on the ceiling.

"You'd better control that mouth once the campers get here." I say, laughing.

"Yes, Haha. Very funny," She answers sarcastically. She climbs down from the top bunk and grabs her toiletries. "I'll be in the bathroom for a few minutes."

"Kay," I say while yawning. "We'd better hurry though. Johanna said we would find out which program we'll be doing this summer at 9:00. It's 8:30 and we need to walk back."

"Ya ya ya." She says, waving her hand in a dismissive gesture, I laugh again. She walks into the bathroom, but a minute later sticks her head back out and says, "Also, would you mind waking Will up? He oversleeps even more often then I do." I nod, and she closes to door. I get up, stretch, and bend down to scavenge through my measly belongings for some clothes to wear until we get our camp shirts. I end up wearing a pair of jean shorts and a black tank top.

I walk over the the door that separates our room from Will's and knock on the door. The only answer I receive is a loud groan. "Will? I'm coming in." I tell him, he just groans again. I swing the door open to him massaging his leg as if it's sore.

"What's up with you?" I ask.

"What your legs aren't sore from the walk up here?" I responds. I snort.

"You really need to keep yourself in better shape, Will, even Chris isn't sore yet." He glares at me, but before he can respond I continue. "Anyway, Chris is in the bathroom getting ready. I'm already done so I'm gonna start walking. Meet you guys there?" I ask. He sighs, giving up on his anger.

"Yep, we'll meet you there."

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The camp is within my sight as I turn another corner towards the mess hall. Without really paying attention to where I'm going I slam face-first into someone. I feel hands grab my arms to steady me and I hear a boy's voice saying;

"Holy! Are you alright?" The boy asks. I look up at him -he's much taller then I am- and see two bright green eyes staring at me.

"Ya, I'm alright." I say, carefully extracting myself from his grasp. "Who are you?"

"Oh, my name's Albert," he extends his hand to me while continuing to speak. "Everyone just calls me Al though." I reach out and take his hand.

"Tris," is my reply. I don't trust him enough to give him my real name, so I use the one I'm known by.

"Nice to meet ya Tris. See you around," he says, and walks off toward the cabins.

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At the end of the trail I encounter another boy, this one seems slightly older than Al though. He sees me, and beckons me over to him. Not sure what else to do, I comply.

"I'm guessing you're one of the new counsellors?" He asks. His voice is deep, but not scary. Comforting even. I shake myself out of my thoughts. You don't even know him yet!

"Ya. I'm Tris." I reply.

"Four." It is out of surprise at the name that Ifi ally look all the way up to his eyes. And soon find myself immersed in them. His eyes are a deep, ocean blue with just a slight hint of a lighter blue in his left eye. I've never seen anything like it before. Once again I have to shake mayself out of my reverie.

"Do you know where I have to go to figure out which program I'm in for this summer?" I ask.

"Actually you don't have to go anywhere. The older counsellors and I were told our programs and which of the newbies we'd be training. I'm on the high-ropes course, so I hope you're trained in ropes and harnesses."

"Wait. I'm with you?"

"Yup. We each got told the name of our partner earlier and got told to go find them. I figured you would all end up at the end of this path so I decided to wait here."

"Oh. That's... interesting."

"Honestly though, I feel bad for the boy named Al. He's stuck with a girl named Nita for a partner."

"Which one is the newbie in that situation?"

"Al is."

"And why do you feel bad for him?"

"Nita is the type of girl who wants any boy who is even slightly attractive. She was after me for so long I had to lie and say I had a girlfriend."

"Oh." I say. I watch as he seems to wake up, and his face hardens a bit.

"That's enough talking for now," he says, his voice colder and slightly strained. "We need to get going."

He begins walking away toward the woods where I know the ropes course is, and I just sit here dumbfounded and the character switch. As I start to follow him, I start to wonder why the switch happened at all.

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Author's note:

Sorry the first chapter was so short.

Also, you may notice that my upload time is slightly irregular. I upload whenever I'm done writing a new chapter. It could be anywhere between twice a day to once a week. I will notify you readers if I'm ever going on hiatus.

Please feel free to criticize anything I write, as I will use it as inspiration to be a better writer.

Disclaimer:

I do not own divergent. As much as I wish I did, all characters (with the exception of a few of the campers) belong to the lovely Veronica Roth