Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I didn't reread this chapter for I was rushing to get this chapter to you before I leave to go to my Aunts, which is in ten minutes. I'll upload a revised version later tonight.

I don't own Divergent.

Chapter 10

I walk into my first class, which is English, and sit down next to Marlene. We converse with each other until the teacher walks in. She is an older woman with short dark brown hair and brown eyes. The woman has a scar on the right side of her face. She smiles at us as she stands behind the desk. "Good morning, class," greets the woman. "It seems we have a new student with us." The teacher looks at me and gives me a smile. "Would you please introduce yourself to the class?"

I slowly stand up and look at everyone. "My name is Tris Eaton." Right after I said that, everyone starts whispering to each other but one student yells out, "She's the weird girl who gets beat up by her own father!"

"Molly!" The teacher scolds. "Principal's office, now!"

The girl, Molly, huffs then gets up from her seat. She leaves the room and the teacher turns back to me. "I'm sorry, Tris. I welcome you to this school and I hope you enjoy your time here. My name is Ms. Johanna."

I nod and then sit back down. Marlene gives me a reassuring smile and then turns her attention to Ms. Johanna as she starts the class.

I'm walking towards homeroom with Tobias, Christina, and Uriah. My classes so far were pretty good so far and pretty easy. It helps that my friends are in my classes to help me get through the day.

My friends and I walk into homeroom and sit down next to our friends. "How are your classes going, Tris?" Shauna asks me when I sit down.

"They're going good," I answer. "This one girl in my first class said that I was a weird girl that got beat up by her father."

"Did she have shoulder length black hair and brown eyes?" asks Zeke. "Kind of big."

"Yeah."

"That's Molly. She and her friends are the bullies here at school."

"Have you met any of her other friends?" Uriah asks.

"No, well…at least I think I didn't. All I know was that she said that to me during first period."

"Neither of them are in my classes and Tris is in those classes," says Christina. "So no, she hasn't met them yet."

"That's good," comments Tobias. "You do not want to hang around those people."

"They're that bad."

"They mess with everyone," stats Marlene. "Whether they are in their own faction or not."

I nod. "So…if I don't bother them, then I should be good, right?"

The group is quiet, they don't say anything. "Guys?"

"By now, Molly would have told her group about you and sooner or later, the whole group will come to you and start messing with you," explains Lynn.

"I can't avoid them either way?"

They all shake their heads and I sigh, placing my head in my hands. I run my hands over my hair and take a deep breath, letting it out.

"You ok, Tris?" Tobias asks.

"Yeah, just stressed that's all."

"Don't worry, those bullies won't mess with Four," Uriah stats with a smirk.

"What do you mean?"

"While Four is a good football and baseball player, he is an excellent fighter," Zeke explains. "When he took self-defense, Four beat all the kids and never lost a fight. I still remember when he beat up Eric, who was the best fighter before Four moved in."

"The Eric who's one of my instructors?"

"Yup, and Eric is one of the bullies. Since Eric got beat up by Four, none of the bullies have ever messed with Four because of how strong he is," says Will. "And they won't mess with anyone who is with Four."

"I see."

Just then, Tori walks in and sits down behind the desk. She takes attendance then looks at her computer while the rest of the class either does homework or talks with other classmates. All too soon, the bell rings, signaling the end of homeroom. My friends and I walk towards the cafeteria, talking along the way. When I walk into the cafeteria, I notice that there are two lines, serving two different types of meals. I'm trying to decide which line to go into when I feel Christina pulling me into the second line, which is serving hamburgers, fries, and chocolate cake. "You have got to try the Dauntless cake," says Christina, putting a slice on my tray. "It is to die for."

"Yeah, you haven't lived until you tried the cake," Uriah puts in.

"Ok," I say, giving them small smiles. Truthfully, I have no idea what makes this cake seem special. To me, it's just a chocolate cake; it can't be any different.

I grab a hamburger along with some fries then follow my friends to a table. We sit down and sat conversing with one another. As I'm eating my fries, I realize I forgot a drink so I get up and walk over to a fridge that keeps a variety of different drinks. After trying to decide what to drink, I decide on a bottle of water. I start walking back to the table only to trip over something and fall to the floor. I hear laughter above me and when I look up, I see a group of people sitting in their chairs, their heads thrown back in laughter. One of them, a man with shiny black hair and black eyes, has their leg sticking out so I know that he is the one that tripped me. "Did you have a nice fall?" the guys asks me and his friends snicker at his question.

I get up and glare at him. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't understand you. All I hear it a giant asshole trying to speak."

The whole cafeteria gets quiet and stares at me, including the people in front of me. The guy who tripped me stands up, glaring at me. "Who do you think you're talking to?"

"Well, there is only one asshole in front of me," I answer.

I hear some people say 'ohhhh' and someone says, 'oh snap!'

"Peter, that's the girl that got beat up by her father," a girl says and when I look over to her, I see that it's Molly. My eyes widen slightly for I have just met the group of bullies.

"Is that so?" Peter asks, grinning at me. "Well, how did it feel to be beaten by your own father?"

"Did it hurt when he never listened to your pleas?" another boy asks.

"Or that he called you pathetic names like the pathetic girl you are?" a blonde hair girl asks.

"How are you even in Dauntless when you never stood up for yourself?" a guy with piercings all over his face asks.

Apparently, I didn't notice that a tear had fallen down my face and I hastily wiped it away, refusing to let these bullies see me cry.

"Look at her, she's crying," Molly comments.

"You're too weak to be Dauntless," states Peter. "Why don't you change factions and become a weak, pathetic Stiff."

"Why don't you shut your face!" a familiar voice growls. I turn around to see Tobias standing there, a pissed off look on his face. I look back at the bullies to see that most of them have listened while some are avoiding his gaze.

"She's the one that started it, Four," says Peter then scoffs. "Thinking that I tripped her."

"I saw everything, Peter, so I know you tripped her. I'll give you one warning but if you bother Tris again, then I will make your life a living hell." Tobias pulls me away from the group and back to my table.

"I can't believe you said that to Peter," Christina says with wide eyes once I sat back down.

"To be honest, I had no idea he was one of the bullies until I saw Molly with them," I tell her.

"Well, you better watch your back now, for Peter and his gang will definitely come for you," warns Zeke.

"Why?!"

"You talked back to him and according to Peter, no one talks back to him and gets away with it," says Lynn.

"Great," I mutter, playing with my food.

"Have some cake, it'll make you feel better," Uriah says, pushing the plate towards me.

"Not everything can be fixed with cake, Uriah," Zeke says.

"You never know!"

I take a bit of the chocolate cake and flavor explodes in my mouth. The cake tastes so good and it's so chocolatey. "This is amazing!"

"Told ya."

We finish eating lunch while I try to forget the things they said to me. Now that I'm thinking about it, I don't know why I picked Dauntless. I'm not strong enough and I didn't stand up for myself when Marcus beat me. I'm a coward, I'm not meant to be in Dauntless. I suddenly don't have an appetite and push the half-eaten chocolate cake away from me.

"Are you all right?" Tobias asks me.

I give him a reassuring smile. "I'm fine."

Tobias stares at me for a few minutes before turning back to our friends, conversing with them. I keep thinking about what the bullies say until the bell rings, signaling the end of lunch.

The rest of my classes go by smoothly until I get to my self-defense class. When I walk into class with my friends, I see Peter, Molly, and two boys standing there, talking. They then stop and glare at me when I walk in.

"Who are the other two boys?" I ask my friends.

"The guy with the rotten carrot color of hair is Drew, he's Peter's lackey. The other guy is Al and he was lured into Peter's group a few months ago. Al was a nice guy until Peter got to him and changed him," answers Will.

"All right, initiates," the guy with a lot of piercings says.

"Is that Eric?" I whisper.

"Yeah, and he's the leader of the bullies," confirms Christina. "Peter is in charge when Eric's not around."

"Let's continue with our fights. New girl and Molly in the ring."

"She hasn't learned how to fight yet," growls Tobias.

"You can't learn if you don't fight," Eric states.

"That's not how this works."

"I'm the trainer of this class."

"Well I'm in charge and I say no."

"She doesn't look that strong anyway," Drew adds in. "She'll probably start crying and beg for Molly to start once she hits her."

"Daddy, daddy stop!" Peter whines in a girl's voice. "Don't hurt a pathetic girl like me."

Before I could control myself, I throw a punch at Peter, hitting him in the face. I go to throw another punch but Peter hits me harder and all I see is black.

I'll make sure to reread this chapter later tonight to see if there are any errors. Have a good Thanksgiving everyone and safe travels if you're going anywhere. Please leave a review, bye! :)