A/N: Hi and thank you for clicking on my story! I have a few things to mention and then we can get on with the first chapter, I highly suggest you read this as it has important information. I will try to keep my author's notes to a smaller length in the future.

Okay, so here we go. I had the idea for this story on my own, there are a few 'Divergent Summer Camp' stories out there but mine is different because they are counselors, not campers. The idea (not the storyline) was partially inspired by one of my favorite books, Things I Can't Forget by Miranda Kenneally. I didn't copy her storyline at all I just used the idea that they're camp counselors at a camp that they went to when they were little. *I made up the camp name, "Angel's Lake." It may be a real camp somewhere but I don't think there's one outside of Chicago!

This story is going to be fairly long, if I have motivation and you guys like it and support me. But I'm feeling very inspired at the moment and I have a lot of ideas for it. There will be slowly developing Fourtris, and don't worry, they will get together.

Sorry if any characters seem OOC, I try my best.

*I know it doesn't seem very 'campish' at first, but it gets there soon! We just have to get through a bit of dry background first.

Chapter 1

Tris

Twenty-three dollars. I fan my money out on the dull green carpet of my bedroom, recounting it just to be sure. Two fives, a ten, and three ones. I grab my wallet from where it was resting on the floor, and flip it open. It's empty except for my driver's license, my credit card, my debit card, and a little slip of paper that says I'm a trained life guard.

I double check all the pockets, making sure there are no bills hiding. I shake it upside down, and I get nothing.

I cradle my head in my hands, biting back a sob and rapidly blinking my eyelids to prevent tears from leaking out. I barely had enough money to pay for college this coming fall, and ninety percent of it was my parent's money. How am I supposed to live on twenty-three dollars?

They left both me and my brother, Caleb, a good chunk of money when they died a year ago from a car accident. Their wills had both requested that we put it in the bank immediately under a college fund, and I'm so grateful I did what they said.

They always knew better than me, and they always knew what was right. I wish they were here right now to help me.

During my senior year, I worked all over the town, trying to scrape up the last ten percent of the money I'd need to attend SAIC, or School of the Art Institute of Chicago, in the fall. I'm majoring in photography.

Graduation was a few weeks ago, and since then I haven't had a job. I was working in a small book store run by family friends, and I was making a good amount of money and working a lot of shifts. They closed right after school got out. Financial problems, just like the rest of us.

I applied for many higher paying jobs for college students, and as strange as it was to say that, I am a college student now. I heard back from all of them, but I only got accepted to one, and although it's not the one I wanted the most, it will pay well.

I'm going to be a counselor at a summer camp outside of the city that I used to go to when I was younger. Every summer, my parents would send us off to Angel's Lake, a sleep away camp for kids of all ages that offers a wide range of activities. I haven't been there since I was in middle school, and tomorrow I go back, but not as a camper.

My friend Christina will be driving us up in the early hours of the morning, since I don't have a car. We both applied to it on our own and we both ended up getting the job, and surprising each other with the news. I'm very grateful for it because I would have had to take a city bus, not that there's anything wrong with taking buses, but they bring back memories from when my parents were alive. Instead of driving to downtown Chigaco, we would always bus up on the weekends to see movies and go to arcades.

I don't have much to pack, because they supply the counselors with official shirts and all the other camping materials, but I fill a small bag with a few pairs of shorts, a lot of sports bras, crappy sneakers, socks, junky pants, my toothbrush and paste, and my hair brush.

We'll get the weekends off, so if I need something else I can always go to my apartment on Saturday or Sunday to be prepared for the next week. There will be eight sessions, starting on Monday. Each is a week-long, and I'll be paired up with another counselor to handle a group of girls or boys of different ages.

I set my bag near the door, along with my jacket and my boots, so I'm ready for tomorrow and I don't have to do anything except put on clothes and walk out the door. I eat a quick dinner: instant noodles. I've taken to eating like a college student although I'm technically not in college yet. I try to save money every way I can, and it's helped a lot, because if I ate fancier dinners I wouldn't even have twenty-three dollars right now. I'm close to being broke, but I'm not quite there yet.

But I'll start having a stable income in a week; we work from Monday to Friday and get paid at the end of each session. Tomorrow's only Sunday, but we need a quick preliminary course about being a counselor, and for those who haven't been to the camp before, a quick tour. For the first week, we'll be like assistants to a more experienced counselor, and after that we'll be put in random pairs, so it's two counselors to a group.

I finish eating quickly, and I go into the kitchen and do the dishes. I don't have many dishes, but I'm not going to be here for a week, maybe more, depending on what we do on the weekends, and I want the place to be clean while I'm away.

After the dishes, I do a bit of dusting, and I vacuum the carpeted areas. It's not a large apartment; it only has one bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a combined dining/living room, so it doesn't take long to get it spotless.

I get ready for bed, even though it's only ten o'clock, I won't be sleeping as well at the camp as I will at home, with rowdy campers and the stiff cots in partially open tents.

I turn out the lights, and climb under the covers, relishing the air conditioning for one last night, when my phone rings.

I groan, and blindly feel around my bedside table for my phone, almost knocking my lamp over in the process.

"Hello?" I slur, my voice sounding sleepy.

"Hey! It's Chris, I just wanted to make sure I'm still picking you up at eight tomorrow?" Christina asks cheerily. She sounds chipper, as usual, and I can hear a lot of noise in the background. Knowing her, she's either at a club or a party. Neither of which are good.

"Hey, Chris. Yeah, you're picking me up at eight," I say, and the noise in the background increases. "Where are you?"

"Oh, I'm just at a little get together. It won't last much longer, I'll go home soon. We need to get our sleep!" She says, and I hear loud laughter coming from someone near her. She doesn't sound particularly drunk, and that's good. She can't have a hangover on her first day of work.

"Okay. Well, be safe, and make sure to get out soon. You don't want to be too tired," I say, hoping she'll make smart choices. She's been known not to in the past.

"Will do! Goodnight, and see you tomorrow!"

I'm about to return her words and say goodnight when a male voice in the background calls out her name, and the line goes dead.

I sigh and slip back into bed, turning my phone off so I can sleep in peace. It's not like anyone will call me, Christina is really my only friend, but I just want to be safe.

I wake to my alarm clock blaring. It's seven-thirty, so I have a good half an hour to get ready. Being realistic, she probably won't be here until eight fifteen so I probably have more time.

I eat a few cheerios and drink some orange juice, and get dressed in a simple red tank and jean shorts. I put on my sneakers and check my cell phone one last time. I won't be allowed to bring it to camp; even though we're counselors they don't want us setting bad examples since the campers aren't allowed to have electronics, so all the rules apply to everyone.

Christina texted me that she's on her way, and I pick up my bag and wait on the porch.

She arrives, as I expected, a few minutes before eight fifteen. I bound down the stairs, and I can't keep a smile off my face. I haven't seen her in a few weeks, with her busy work schedule at the mall – she was an in-store model for Hollister – and her new boyfriend, Will. I haven't met him yet, but she's making plans for me to meet him soon. They seem pretty serious.

I open the passenger door and hop in, closing it behind me. She's got the local pop radio on, and is currently singing to one of her favorite songs. She's got a bag of popcorn open, and it's resting on the table between the front two seats. I look at it inquisitively, and she simply replies, "Breakfast."

"Ah," I say as we start to drive off. "So, how have you been?"

She adjusts her sunglasses slightly, "I've been spectacular. What about you? How is the life of Beatrice Prior?"

I cringe involuntarily. Tris has been my nickname for almost my whole life, since I came to Chicago when I was little. Christina called me that because 'Beatrice' was too much of a mouthful for her second grade vocabulary. Soon, everyone at school was calling me Tris and I just adopted it as my name.

Nobody's called me Beatrice since my parents died, except for my brother. But he moved away after they died, and I haven't spoken to him since the funeral.

"Don't call me that," I respond light-heartedly, not wanting her to know how much it hurts, "But I've been okay." I can't lie to her, she has a knack for knowing when someone's lying or even stretching the truth. Because my life has sucked recently, she gets what I'm saying and doesn't ask why. She already knows.

"Well, don't worry. The camp will melt away all your worries," she says with a smile, looking over at me.

"Keep your eyes on the road!" I say while laughing. We're not on the highway yet, and it's early enough that there's not too much traffic, but her driving still terrifies me sometimes. And, ever since my parents' car accident, I don't like driving all that much.

We sit in silence for a little while, eating popcorn and singing to the radio.

"Oh!" She exclaims suddenly, adjusting the rearview mirror, "I forgot. This is Will," she says, motioning towards a sleeping boy in the back seat. "He's also going to be a counselor with us this summer."

I shriek. I hadn't noticed him this whole time. He jolts awake, his blond hair ruffled and his green eyes half closed.

"Will, this is my friend Tris, the one I told you about," Christina says slowly, waiting for him to wake up fully.

"Oh, right….Hi, Tris, it's nice to meet you. I'm Will, and I don't always sleep in cars," he says with a smirk.

I laugh, "That's quite alright, you just scared me. I didn't know you were back there."

"Will and I were at a party last night, and I followed your advice and we went home early, but it was still late enough that he stayed over," she says, somewhat nervously. She taps her manicured fingernails on the steering wheel. It's almost as if she's looking for my approval of this boy, so I decide to reassure her that I like him. And I do. He seems nice.

"That sounds fun, I'm glad you managed to get up so early," I say, smiling at her warmly. She smiles back and relaxes into her chair as we turn on the highway. We're almost there, just a few more minutes.

We've always needed each other's approval on boys. Well, I should say that she's needed my approval. I've never had a boyfriend, or been close to having one. I've deducted that I'm unattractive and short, but I'm not looking for any romance right now and I'm fine to be single.

Christina's always trying to set me up, but I know I'll find the right person when it's meant to be. She says I'm a sucker for true love, a hopeless romantic, some say, and I agree, but I'm not boy-obsessed like she is.

We drive again in silence, until we pull up to the camp a few minutes later. It has a long driveway, twisting and turning through a heavily wooded area. There's a wooden sign out front, with the words 'Angel's Lake' carved into it, with little angel wings and a halo around it. It seems like nothing's changed.

A/N: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it, please leave a review, whether it be positive or negative I want to hear it all! If you have any criticism or ways I can improve my writing, I'm all for it. I don't think I'm a particularly amazing writer right now, but I want to be someday.