I lace up my black Converse sneakers as I prepare for my first day of school in the new and improved city of Chicago. Now that the factions have been token down, it really hasn't been the same, at least that's what my mother thinks. My mother kind of misses the old Chicago, but she knew the new Chicago was for the better since no one was fighting nor in war with each other and it was a beautiful thing. If you guys haven't figured it out already, my mother is the, I repeat, THE Liz Eaton-scratch that-Liz Marshall, since she's still married to my father, Thomas Marshall, surprisingly, knowing how stubborn and rebellious my mother is. My name is Tobias, named after my badass grandfather and at the age of sixteen, I pretty much have his qualities. His hair, his face, his badass attitude...and so on and so forth. I chuckle to myself as I tie up my shoes and prepare to head out my door. Now that I think about it...I have my mother and my grandfather's Dauntless attitude, my father's Erudite mind and my grandmother's Abnegation heart. I grab me an apple and opened the door, but it ended up being shut. Confused, I opened the door again, only for it to close, yet again. I turn to see my annoying little sister, Tris, who was named after my grandmother. Don't let the name fool you. My sister is no angel.

"Open the stupid door, Tris!"

"No way!"

"Mom, make Tris stop! I'm gonna be late!"

Mom came in, eyes rolled, and she said, "Tris, let your brother go to school."

"Not until he gives me back my markers!", yells Tris, her fists on her hips.

"Markers?", asks Mom.

"I need them for a project.", I say.

"Are they, REALLY?", says Tris.

Mom looks at me.

I sigh.

If Candor was still standing, I wouldn't make the cut. I'm a horrible liar.

"Fine. I need them to draw on Drew's face."

Drew Prior-Maddox was my best wingman. Not only he was my best friend but he was also my cousin, due to my mom's cousin, Nyla, marrying Wyatt.

Mom groans. "Why are you always picking on your cousin?"

"He's a freshman, Mom. Freshmen deserve to be pranked!"

"I though only Seniors are supposed to prank the freshmen.", says Tris with a face.

I roll my eyes. Thirteen year old kids are so annoying.

Just because I was only a Junior didn't mean anything. I would say that I'll be very happy when my Senior hits, so I can get the hell out of this house, but I'm a mam's boy, much to my dismay.

"Mom, tell her to shut up.", I say.

Which made my mom angry. And she gets angry...

"I will do no such thing..! Tobias, just your sister her damn markers back!"

She swears...

I sigh and was about to give Tris her markers when...

"Psyche!", I say, running out of the door, closing it behind me. Tris groans and stomps upstairs while Mom shakes her head, but chuckles to herself. "Karma really bit me in the ass..."

I run off to the train stop by my house, standing there, fixing my black hair, which was shaved on the sides like my dad's. I only stood there for approximately thirty seconds (damn my Erudite brain!) and the train came. I jump into the moving train and squat a bit before sitting next to Drew, who scoffs, and my other best friend, Alyssa, who giggles. I sat in between them, much to Drew's discomfort, and wrapped my muscular arms around their necks. Alyssa, a light chocolate-colored Sophomore, rolls her cat-green eyes and says, "What are you up to this time, Four Jr.?"

"Oh, haha. Four Jr. Very funny."

Drew laughs in silent.

I glare at him, while smirking.

I wrap my arms around my black and silver bookbag, still smirking. "Don't worry, Drew. You'll have your just desserts. Freshman."

Drew gulps and sinks in his seat. Alyssa, however, shakes her head.

"No damn shenanigans, you two. Especially you, Tobias."

I gasp as if I was in a movie theater and say, "Me...?! How dare you, Aly?!"

Alyssa rolls her eyes but glances at the girl who was two seats near us. Her long black hair up in a Ariana Grande-inspired ponytail, pale skin and red clothes. Alyssa, the Dauntless girl she was, growls at her, making the Amity girl scared. Aly laughs, making me shake my head at her. Damn my Abnegation heart...! As the train heads for the school, me, Drew and Aly all jump out, landing on the grass as we roll on our backs, laughing. Drew gets up first, brushing off grass off of him, and he helps us up. Aly thanks him with a punch, making him say, "OW! You...bitch."

Aly laughs.

I thank him with a nod and a burp to the face. Aly laughs harder as she holds on to her ribcage.

Drew shakes his head as we were heading off to study hall, but I stop when I see the Amity girl again. Her face was lowered so she couldn't see me, nor my friends. I knew her since we did have class together last year. She stops to let me go first, but I push her gently in. She looks at me and thanks me.

"You're different from your friends...", says the Amity girl.

I blush.

Never have I once had someone say that to me. Am I really different from my friends...?

I look at Drew, who has his earbuds in and his head down, and Aly, shaking her head at him, I decided to strike.

I whisper, "Different, yes. Like them, never. Well...not like Drew."

Drew, who was way deep into his sleep, didn't budge. I manage to get my sister's markers out of my bookbag and wrote the words I LIKE DICK on the side of his face, making Aly giggle and the Amity girl nervous. I tiptoe over to my seat, making Aly and the Amity girl sit next to me.

"What's your name, Amity?", I ask.

The Amity girl looks at me and pipes up. "Ashlyn."

Ashlyn. Now, I remember her. She didn't speak much the times we went to school. Amity were never talkers. Nor were they violent people. I don't get how people like the Amity function, with their "peacenik" mentality.

I smirk and extend my hand to her, shaking it. "Nice to meet you...Ashlyn."

Ashlyn blushes as we shook hands, then quickly lets go and digs into her pink bookbag to fish out a book, appropriately titled Little Women. Mu uncle Caleb always sent books to me for Christmas. I secretly read them when no one looks. My uncle was an Erudite initiate but quickly dropped out when...I can't speak of it. The war many years was unbearable to talk about it. It even makes my own mother, the rock of the family, burst into tears. For so many Abnegation members, along with some of mom and dad's friends, died that day...

Aly goes over to Drew and blows an airhorn to his ear, yelling, "Wake the FUCK up!"

Drew screams as he gets up to glare at Aly. He runs his hair through his brown curls and groans.

"What..the hell?"

Aly couldn't keep a straight face on her.

"Why is you friend laughing at me, idiot cousin?!"

I put my head down. "She's right there. Ask her for yourself."

Ashlyn, however, couldn't help herself. For the Amity inside couldn't contain herself.

"Tobias wrote on your face..."

Her head was down when she said it.

I laugh while Aly groaned.

"Way for the Amity bunny to spoil the fun..."

I roll my eyes.

"You...WHAT?", screams Drew.

Yea...I wrote on your face with my sister's markers. But...there's good news."

"What's good about you drawing on my FACE!?"

I thought for a minute. "It's washable...!"

Drew sneers at me then chases me through the whole classroom...until we bumped into the teacher.

Mister Starks, a lean 30-something year old man, with spiky blonde hair and a mini-hoop earring on his left ear, probably a Dauntless, and a black suit and whit tailored shirt. His arms covered with two tattoos, a spider on his left and the Dauntless symbol on the right. I have the Dauntless symbol tattooed on my back, approval from both of my parents, which was surprising since I'm only sixteen. He glares at us, making us cower and scramble to our seats, but he takes Drew by his shoulder, his eyebrows scrunched up. He must see the thing I wrote on his face.

"Drew. If you have something to say...writing it on your face is not necessary in your case..."

"Honestly, Mister Starks, my idiot cousin wrote...whatever he wrote on my face!"

I stiff a laugh.

I whisper in his ear what I wrote.

"You WHAT? Why...? I'm not even GAY...!"

"Yea, but you act the part, Drew."

Drew looks at our teacher, who himself couldn't contain himself. Drew groans and goes to the boys' restroom to wash his face. Maybe I should've used permanent markers...but...I didn't want to get suspended.

As Drew got the marker off of his face, he sat next to Aly, glaring at me, but I couldn't help myself but to chuckle. Ashlyn, still reading, pokes her head from time to time. Honestly, I think she likes...me. To my surprise...there's something that makes me like her as well...