I don't own Divergent, Veronica Roth does.

"Beatrice-" Caleb says. He stands as tall as ever, but now he wears these glasses, he's had perfect eyesight all his life so he has no reason to wear any. Yet as I look around I notice everyone in blue does; it must be an Erudite thing.

"-Tris, now actually," I reply sheepishly.

"Tris?"

"Yeah, Tris, Beatrice was too long, and it didn't seem very... dauntless."

"Dauntless?" Caleb looks confused.

"Yeah, dauntless. I never told you did I?"

"No, "he lets out a small laugh, " you just launched into hug me. You look so different, I know it's only been a day, but well. Look at you, you've turned... goth?"

"Well, dauntless wear black, surely you the erudite would know that, you know everything there is to know about this place." I joke.

"Well not everything." He remarks. Up ahead I see Christina walking on her own, she cocks her head to see where I am only to see that I am not there. She looks around with an almost panicked look in her eye. Quickly she spots me and turns around to join us, giving me a strange look.

"Tris, who's this?" She glances up and down at Caleb, eyeing him up.

"This, Chris is my bother, Caleb."

"Oh, two siblings in different factions, that's uncommon.

"We were always two very different people." Caleb states. " I was always more into facts and figures, I always wanted to know more, where as Be- Tris was always her own person, she didn't follow the trend; she was independent."

"Independent... headstrong seems more the word." Christina mutters under her breath, she pushes herself closer to me and whispers in my ear, "Tris, we need to go, people are staring." I lift my head from the conversation to see people staring at the two dauntless girls talking to the erudite boy. Something's wrong.

"Well, Caleb, we need to go, breakfast is now and the food's probably running out." I excuse us. Quickly, Christina grabs onto my arm and turns me away.

"Tris, I get that you're new, but you really should know something. In most schools, there's cliques; we have that here, but it's different, sure there may be a few inside factions, but the factions are the cliques and well... dauntless and erudite don't really like each other. I mean I understand that your brother is an erudite, but dear, you're gonna need to stay away from him." she explains this in a manor which makes me think she doesn't really care about my feelings, yet her words seem like she does.

"But, we're family, we've always been close." I plead.

"Tris, here, we have an expression, it's almost the school moto, Faction before blood. I really recommend that you stick by that." She warns.

"But-"

"-But nothing," she ends the conversation.

We make our remaining way to the dauntless cafeteria in an awkward silence, neither one of us dare say anything about the previous situation.

We sit down at a table big enough to seat six. I stare down at my food; it's so different here, at home we would have oatmeal, simple, plain food, but here they have everything, you could get a waffle, pancakes, but I stick with Chris' recommendation and have a muffin. I'm not really hungry this morning, I don't know whether it's because it's the first day or if it's because of what happened with Caleb before, either way, I still try to eat. I pick at the top of the muffin as Zeke, Uriah, Will and Four sit down. Will and Zeke either side of Chris, Will twitches his hand down to the small of Chris' back and she smiles, Four and Uriah scoot in next to me.

"Not hungry then?" Uriah asks.

"Not really." I reply.

"First day nerves?" Four teases.

"Yeah, something like that." I keep my head down, looking at my plate.

"You'll be fine," Four reassures me.

"Welcome back, " A boy no older than Zeke and Four bellows, "The homeroom lists are on the wall at the back, check them and be at lessons at 9." He finishes. His hair is jet black, the grease is visible on the shoulder length hanging strands.

"Eric, so full of himself." Zeke mutters.

A crowd of Freshmen rush up to the board eager to see if they'll be with their friends. I just look up at them, I remember the days where we were that tall, that eager, that's only two years ago, but as the years go on, you grow more and more tired of it all.

"You like to think a lot don't you?" Four comments, bringing me back to reality.

"What? Sorry, yeah, I guess." I reply, he smirks at me as Christina says,

"Tris, let's go look at our class, maybe we'll be together!" Chris squeals. I tear my eyes away from Four as she drags me away.

We saunter up to the board and find our names.

Will

Christina

Al

Beatrice

Peter

Molly

Drew

Uriah

Marlene

Lynn

"We are! " Chris shouts, Uriah walks up behind us.

"I take it you two are in the same class, " he remarks.

"Yes we are! And you!" Christina replies with some enthusiasm.

"Oh joy. " He places his arm around her and squeezes, with sarcastic happiness.

"Get your arm away from my girl," Will jokes as he approaches from behind.

"Sorry Dude," Uriah lifts his arm and throws his hands up into a surrender.

"What's all the excitement about," Will asks.

"We're in homeroom together," Chris says as she throws her arms around his neck.

"She really makes a big deal out of everything, " I joke. Zeke and Four approach us and Four says,

"She does, you'll get used to her drama queen-ness." he smirks at me. There's something about him. He's different to the rest, he's not overly loud like Chris, but he's not too quiet. His eyes try to tell an untold story, one that wants to be told, but isn't. He's mysterious.

"Tris!" Uriah shouts.

"Sorry? What?"

"Come on," he drags me away until no one's in earshot, but he and I then he whispers in my ear, " Stop staring at Four, make it subtle."

Subtle? I don't like him, I'm just intrigued. I want to know more. More about him.

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