"-Tris!" Chris shouts.

"Sorry, what?" I reply, obviously I've missed something.

"This is Lynn and Marlene, " She gestures to the two girls who earlier raised their eyebrows to Uriah.

"Oh, " I say surprised, " Nice to meet you, Chris kinda already introduced me." I offer my hand and reluctantly the two of them take it in turn.

"I see you already are acquainted with Uriah. " Marlene sneers.

"Yeah... He was just, helping me find this room."

"Sure, of course. " Lynn smiles. An awkward silence sets on upon us, somebody save me. Why do they hate me. Oh my days. What have I done?-

"-Right guys, " A voice calls across the class, " welcome back, I would like to welcome our new pupil, Beatrice.-"

"Actually it's Tris," Christina interrupts.

"Thank you Christina, " the man continues.

"My name 'Tris' is Mr Max, nice to meet you, I am sure you will have a most pleasant time at this school." 'Mr Max' continues to do the roleacall, I use this time to put names to faces, still, I see no sign of Peter. Al - that's his name- sits in the corner alone, keeping his head down. He seems lonely, or just thoughtful I guess you could say, I wonder what he's thinking about. He's slightly larger then others, his dark brown hair keeps neatly to his face. He looks older than sixteen, especially because of the roughness of his cheek which show that without shaving he would have a beard.

I'm not sure what happened for the rest of homeroom, I wasn't really listening, there was just something about Al that distracted me. I don't know what's different about him, he just doesn't seem as brave as the rest of us, however, what he may lack in personality, there is not a doubt in my mind he more than made up for in build; as we left form room I noticed that Al must have been at least half a foot taller than Will, yet he hunched his shoulders as unsure of his height.

We sit down in our first class, history. I am one of the first to walk in, so I sit down in a desk next to Chris, with a free desk to my other side. Marlene and Lynn move away from me, but Molly, Drew, Will and Uriah are not actually in our class, leaving the only other one from our homeroom; Al, on his own.

"Al!" I call across the room, " Why don't you come sit next to me? " He gives me a blank stare for a moment, but then quickly sits down. He seems like a giant compared to me. I struggle to make five foot, but Al, he towers high, even sitting down. He has a distinct sent about him; sweet and fresh smell, like sage and lemongrass, hard to forget.

For the rest of the lesson, he sits there copying notes down, keeping to himself, ignoring the rest of the world.

By lunchtime, I am already wiped out, I can't be bothered to continue with the rest of the day. We sit down at a lunch table in the corner; Christina, Will, Al, Uriah and myself. I have no idea where Marlene and Lynn are.

"I actually can't stand history, " Chris complains.

"Well, you have to do it. " Will states, "Get over it. " He smirks and she lets out a giggle, he leans into her and they kiss. It must be nice to have someone who cares so much about you, someone who will kiss you, but I'm not here for that. I'm here for more important things, grades, experiences, not romantic experiences.

"Ew, no PDA, " Zeke says as he places his tray down on our table, followed by four.

"I agree." Four sneers. Will and Chris take their tongues out of each others mouths.

"So, newbie," Zeke starts, " How's it been so far?"

"Well, it's been like any other school really, except, I'm pretty sure that Marlene and Lynn don't like me."

"Well, they're picky, I'm sure they'll come around to you soon, they like to keep themselves to themselves. " Four explains.

"Tris!" Chris grabs my attention, " Over there, that's Peter!" I look over to see a fairly tall boy, He is tall with dark shiny hair that gleams in the sunlight. He has a wide white smile, his nose is long with a narrow bridge and his eyes are wide and dark green. He seems trustworthy, I don't see what the problem with him. He looks like a decent guy. He wanders over to our table and eyes me up.

"Shit." Will mumbles under his breath.

"Well, look here. " Peter calls to his friends, Molly and Drew I think, "A newbie, nice to meet you, " he says in a condescending fashion. He offers his hand, but now I can tell what they mean, this guys seems sly and I don't like it.

Thank you for reading! Remember to review and stuff! Thank you all! I also feel like I should say here that I own my bookshelf, which has a copy of divergent, but I don't own divergent, that would belong to the amazing Veronica Roth. Also I should tell you that my inbox is always open if you have a problem and stuff. I'm here for y'all

-LMC