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Chapter 4:

Six's Point of View

When Rome's in ruins

We are the lions

Free of the coliseums

In poisoned places

We aren't anti venom

We're the beginning of the end

I slam my hand on the alarm clock turning off the sound. I slowly get up, getting dressed for the first day of high school. I go to my dresser picking out black jeans and a black cami. I put on a black sports bra with black underwear. All black. I put on the jeans and cami then my black boots. I go to my closet and take out my black leather jacket. I brush my hair putting it in a median height ponytail. I put on a little eyeliner and mascara because Hana told me I should last night. I go downstairs warming up left over pancakes from Saturday quickly shoving them down my throat. I go back upstairs to my bathroom brushing my teeth and fixing myself. I grab my phone, school bag, and soccer bag, running out to the garage. I get into my car and drive to school. I see Zeke and and Uriah rushing out to there cars. I roll down my window. As they drive down to the edge of the driveway beside me.

"You dudes wanna race just like every morning to our old school!" I ask.

"Yeah!" They chant.

"3...2...1...Go" we scream quickly taking off. Uriah is all about speed but he's not very cautious about the turns which slow him down every time. Zeke is the real competition. But that's only because he's been driving longer than I have. We are head to head with Uriah about a car behind us as we are closing in on the school parking lot. I push ahead at the last second making him slow down so we don't hit each other. I whiz past him pulling in the parking lot. I park the car while Zeke and Uriah park next to me.

"I win! I win! I win! How many times have I won now? Oh who can still count? I lost count after about 70 just from last year." I yell in their faces.

"Oh, shut up!" They both say and we start laughing. We walk into the building towards the office. Because we are new this year we have to take a test to decide which section we belong in. They don't care about age in this school. It's just about how smart you are. And because Uriah and I are just naturally smart. We know we are going to be with the seniors. Which is quite scary come to think of it.

"Hey my name is Tori. Are you guys new here?" She asks

"Yes we are. I'm Beatrice Prior but I go by Six and these boys are Zeke and Uriah Pedrad." I say pointing them out. I still go by Prior because it fits better and I know I haven't totally lost them. They are still in my heart and I will always be Andrew's and Natalie's daughter.

"Here you go, if you will take a seat I will give you your quizzes that will put you in the faction you belong in." Tori says handing us a paper. I go through the different questions and finish quickly. I get up and hand her back my quiz. Uriah follows me, then Zeke. While we wait for her to grade it, we just sit there making small talk. She comes back out and signals us to come over to her. Zeke, you were put into Dauntless. Her is your schedule and you locker number as well as combination." She says. Zeke says thanks and was off to his locker. "You two, however, have had a problem with your tests. We call it divergent. It means you can be put into more than one faction, so it's your choice. It's not impossible but extremely rare. Especially you Six, you have three. That's the most I've ever seen. You, Uriah, have two factions. So you guys have to pick. Six, you can pick out of Dauntless, Erudite, or Abnegation. Uriah, you can pick from Dauntless or Erudite. Which will it be?

We both look at each other and nod. "Dauntless." We say.

"Okay, because you both are divergent, you have the same schedule as well as other divergents in the school." She hands us our schedule and we leave.

"This is so cool. The same schedule." He says.

"I know right. It couldn't possibly get any better than this." I reply.

We head to our lockers which are right next to each other. Mine is 106 and Uriah's is 107. I look at my schedule and see the locker number and combination.

Beatrice 'Six' Prior

Dauntless

Locker Number: 106

Combination: 4,6,10

Schedule:

Period 1- Art - Miss Tori Wu

Period 2- Creative Writing - Miss Johanna Reyes

Period 3- Pre-Calculus - Mr. Max

Period 4- History - Mr. Jack Kang

Period 5/6- Lunch

Period 8/9- Science - Miss Jeanine Mathews

Why Mr. Max and Mr. Amar go by first name as and don't even say there last name is beyond me. I think to myself. Maybe it's just there history. Kinda why I go by Six.

I put my stuff in my locker and head to first period. Once I get there I scribble out Beatrice on my schedule so no one can see it. Tori is already there. There are two separate seats so Uriah and I have to split up. I see Four sitting all alone so I grab the seat beside him before Uriah can. He make his way over to sit by some girl.

"Hey!" I say to Four.

"Hey back!" He says. "I saw you racing your cars to school. You did great. Especially the lAst minute trick you pulled on Zeke."

"Thanks." I say looking down blushing. I never receive compliments.

"Okay with the person sitting to your right, draw something that seems to be in common with both of you. You don't even have to know each other." Tori says interrupting us. "Now get to work."

"So what do you wanna draw?" I ask.

"Doesn't matter to me. We have to do something that interests us both so as I recall we both love that color black as well as sports and working out and stuff, so let's do something like that." He says.

"Okay," I start. "let's draw a picture of knives sticking out of a target in black and white." He nods his head and we start right away. We do the outline which takes 20 minutes and then we shade for 15 minutes. We sign out name son the bottom turning our project in with 5 minutes to spare. We go back to our seats and talk for a bit.

"We did pretty good." I say.

"Yeah we did. I didn't know you were a good drawer."

"I could say the same to you. What's your schedule?" I ask. He hands me his schedule his real name scribbled out just like I did to my own and I hand him mine. I look it over and it's exactly the same. His locker is 104. I look up at him in disbelief and see him looking at me in the same reactions.

Divergent. I think. He has the same thought so when I hand him his schedule back I whisper, "Divergent?" He nods. My suspicion is correct.

The bell rings and we walk down the hallway to our next class with Uriah beside us. I get glares from girls in the hallway and I have no idea why. I just ignore them and keep walking. By the time lunch has come, I'm pretty sure I've gotten a glare from every girl at school. I mean like, what the hell did I do?

I walk into lunch following Four to his table with his friends like he said I could. Uriah and Zeke sit with me because they are friends with Four too. He introduces us to his friends. Will, Christina, Marlene, Lynn, and Shauna. Lynn and Shauna are sisters and Will and Christina are dating. We say hi and introduce ourselves everybody saying a little about themselves. Uriah, Zeke and I all look at each other nodding. We get up from our seats standing in the lunch tables.

"Party at our house Friday night. Be there." Zeke yells.

"Details on the flyer. Come get one. We aren't handing any out." Uriah puts in.

"You'll miss out if you aren't there. This is going to be the party of the year." I scream so loud and demanding. We sit down and eventually there is a long line for the flyers. We hand them out to each and every person. Now all everyone is talking about is the party. Sweet. I think.

The day goes by and soon we are in gym class. Yes. I quickly get changed as fast as I can into my gym uniform and am the first one out of the locker room. I grab a soccer ball and juggle waiting for the others to come out. I'm over 300 when the boys start filing out of their locker room. None of the other girls are out yet. I keep juggling. When I hit 450 the girls start to come out. At 500 everyone is out and we are waiting for the teacher. I keep juggling not caring whose watching. When I hear a door close I look up to see the teacher. I quickly juggle 100 more times before kicking it in the air and it landing on the rack with the rest of the balls. Everyone is staring at me in awe. 700 juggles. I think. Sweet. Nobody is looking away. Even Mr. Amar is staring at me. Shit. Great way to bring attention to yourself, Tris. I look down blushing, quite embarrassed. Mr. Amar walks up to me and puts out his hand for me to shake. I grip his hand firmly shaking it. My father used to tell me that you can learn a lot about someone just by a handshake.

"You play soccer?" He asks. I nod. "You coming to tryouts next week?" I nod again. "Good. I'll see you there. I'm sure I'll be quite impressed with what I see." He walks away and starts class. We go outside and run laps on the track. I finish first for the girls and am 3rd out of the guys. Four was first with Zeke close behind. I finished 10 seconds after Zeke and 20 seconds after Four. Uriah finished 15 seconds after me. We sit there, waiting for the others to finish. The next person finishes a minute after us. Then slowly the others follow. We get changed and exit the building to go home. Zeke, Uriah, and I get in our cars racing all the way home. Of course, I win again.