Hey! I've got another chapter for you! I'm sorry I haven't updated for a while….I was busy this whole weekend and week! I feel so bad! I hope you can forgive me! I had 2 home games for volleyball, practices are longer-5:45 instead of 5:15-, a bunch of homework, and I was literally busy every minute of the day on Sunday. I had to go to youth group in the morning and afternoon, go to church, then I went to go see "The Game Stands Tall" (Which was very good, by the way), then I had to weed-eat for my dad, and I had to work on homework. Then, I had a family reunion, then today I h am babysitting my brother… Those may not be very good excuses and I'm sorry again…but I do have a life outside of Fanfiction…I wish I could write all the time for you guys…but sadly, I can't. I'm going to try to update 1-2 times a week…but no promises! But anyways…here is Chapter 6!

Disclaimer: If I owned Divergent I wouldn't be writing fanfiction about it….now would I?

Chapter 6

Tris POV

Mrs. Matthews looks surprised when I point to Dauntless. I guess she must just be surprised that I picked the "ruthless" faction, instead of a selfless or smart one. I thought about Erudite, I really did, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I needed to be in Dauntless.

Mrs. Matthews wipes the look of initial and utter confusion look off her face. I can see her eyes are dark with hatred….why would she hate me? Did I so something wrong? I only picked Dauntless….she clears her throat, making me snap out of my thoughts. Ya…this happens way too often. I'm going to have to fix that.

"Ok then, Tris. Are you sure you want to be a Dauntless? You have great potential to become an Erudite, you know…" Mrs. Matthews says. I don't know why she is saying this…why is she trying to get me to be an Erudite? I want to be Dauntless…that's what I picked! Why does she look surprised to see me choose Dauntless!?

Then it hits me. She doesn't think I'm strong enough to make it in Dauntless. Usually, I would agree with her, but since I don't like her, I'm going to prove her wrong. I WILL make it into Dauntless. I WILL prove her wrong.

I look her in the eyes, making sure my eyes look angry and without a trace of doubt in them, and vigorously nod my head yes. She looks surprised that someone as small as me can have that much ferociousness inside her. "Oh, Mrs. Matthews," I think, "You haven't seen ANYTHING yet."

I continue to glare at her until she gets the message. She clears her throat again. Man, how many times does this woman clear her throat in a day? I'd like to know. She looks at me and says, "Ok, Tris. I'll enter you in as Dauntless in our computer."

I watch as she furiously types away at a keyboard. She types so fast, I can barely register what she's doing. All I see are blurry fingers….they don't stay still for very long, before they move to a different key. Pretty soon, she stops.

"Ok. That is taken care of. You are now an official Dauntless." Mrs. Matthews says. Thank goodness. I thought I would be stuck here for hours before I would be able to get to class. The bell has already rang twice. One for the end of class bell, and one for the tardy bell. I'm excused of course, but I still want to get away from this lady. She is sort of creeping me out. "Ok. I have printed off your schedule. Would you like it now or at the conclusion of this meeting?" Mrs. Matthews asks. I hold up two fingers. "Later?" Mrs. Matthews asks. I nod my head yes.

I don't want another thing I just have to keep track of until I absolutely have to. Especially if it's for school.

"Ok. Well, I guess that I will review some of the rules with you that apply to Dauntless. If that's alright with you of course." Mrs. Matthews says. She looks at me with an expectant look. Well, might as well get it over with now. It's not like I'm going to listen anyways. I slightly nod. Mrs. Matthews starts her blabbering. "Ok! Well, some of the most important rules are…" I tune out right there. I have better things to think about than to listen to her blabber about some stupid rules. I doubt I'll even follow half of them.

I pretend I'm listening by nodding my head every so often. I put my head in my hands and suddenly wish that I could sleep with my eyes open. If I could, that's what I would be doing right now.

I tune back in when I hear Mrs. Matthews say, "And I think we are done discussing the rules. Any questions Tris?" I shake my head. If I would listen I would probably have a bunch, but I don't want to listen, let alone ask any questions I might have had. So I shake my head no. "Ok, then Tris. I think we are pretty much done here. Would you like your schedule now?" she asks. I nod my head this time.

I need it if it is the end of the meeting. Why would she ask? She knows that I need it. She even said that I needed it at the end of the meeting! Ugh. I think too much.

Mrs. Matthews just nods her head once, and starts to furiously type on her computer…again. Finally, a piece of paper starts to print. When it's done, she hands it to me. She starts to explain how the schedule is organized and blah, blah, blah. I tune out AGAIN, and just look at my schedule.

1st Period

Algebra 2- Mrs. Ritters

2nd Period

World History- Mr. Prock

3rd Period

Gym- Coach Amar

4th Period

Art- Ms. Wu

Lunch

5th Period

Chemistry-Mrs. Matthews

Hmmm…I guess Mrs. Matthews teaches chemistry, too. Dang. I was hoping to never see her again. Oh well. I continue reading.

6th Period

AP English- Mr. Hayes

7th Period

Music- Ms. Wu

Free Period

Locker #- 36J Combination- 26-6-40 Homeroom- Ms. Wu

Well, I guess it doesn't look too bad. I have homeroom with Tori, along with music and art. I'll be looking forward to seeing her! At least I'll know I like 1 of the teachers…I already know I dislike Mrs. Matthews though. Oh boy. This is gonna be a long year.

I look back up at Mrs. Matthews. She looks like she is just watching me… doing what exactly? I don't have any clue. Why? I have no idea. Ask me at the end of the year, maybe then I'll know.

When Mrs. Matthews knows that I am done, she says, "Well….does your schedule look ok? Or do I need to change some of your classes?" I start to think. 1st period has already passed. It's towards the end of 2nd hour now. I don't really want to go to gym right now… I just want to see Tori. I haven't gone this long without seeing her before. Pathetic, I know. But, I'm not used to it yet. I think I want to switch Gym and Art.

I take out a pencil out of my book bag and draw a couple of arrows, from gym to art, indicating I want them switched around. When I'm done, I show Mrs. Matthews. "You want these classes swapped?" she asks. I nod my head yes. "Well, lucky for you, I can do that. Just give me a minute." She says.

Pretty soon, she says, "Ok. I have that changed for you. Anything else?" I shake my head. I'm happy with my schedule. As happy as I could be about a class schedule, anyways. The bell rings once again, signaling that 2nd period is over. "Ok," Mrs. Matthews says, "If you don't need anything else, I think that we are done here." I do anything, just wait for her to say something else.

Mrs. Matthews obviously senses this, and says, "Ok. I will write you a tardy pass, because I imagine that you will be late, after trying to open your locker and finding the classroom. And I could do something for you that would make it easier for you to find your classes and your locker, if you would like."

I wonder what this would be... I probably would need help finding everything. I doubt it could hurt. I need to hear more though, before I make a decision. I look at her, cocking my head slightly to the side, so I look curious, but confused at the same time. Hopefully, she gets the point.

Thankfully, she does, but it takes about a minute before she does. When she does she says, "I would send a guide down here. It would be a girl. She would show you to your classes today, so you could get the hang of where you need to be and when. Would you like me to do that?"

My first answer is no, and I'm about to say it when I remember what Tori said. "I know you don't want any friends at the moment, but promise me that if someone tries to talk to you, please don't shrug them off right away. Give them a chance. I know that that the last friendship you had didn't end so well, but keep in mind that the people here are different people. They don't know your story, so they have nothing to judge you for. Please try."

Her words repeat over and over again in my head. "Give them a chance. Give them a chance. Give them a chance."

I know I need to, because I promised Tori. I have broken a lot of promises in my life, but I have never broken one to Tori or Mom, Dad, or Caleb…. I need to do this for them and for Tori. They would be happy if I tried.

So I look up at Mrs. Matthews and nod my head yes. She looks relieved. "Ok, then. I will send a girl named Christina Kravitz down. She has almost the exact same schedule as you. And for the classes that you don't have with her, well, I know you'll be able to find because she has a whole group of friends that will happily show you your way. I'm not sure which one, but I do know one of them will. I will call for Christina right now. But let me warn you…she is kind of…how should I put this…obnoxious." She says. Then she nods as if approving her words and says again, "Very, very, obnoxious."

Obnoxious. What does she mean by that? Well, I guess I'll find out sooner or later. Then I remember something that Mrs. Matthews said. "I know you'll be able to find because she has a whole group of friends that will happily show you your way."

Oh no. She has A WHOLE GROUP of friends! That's not what I wanted! Maybe 1 or 2, but not a WHOLE GROUP! This is not going to be fun. What if they push me for answers about my past? What if they make fun of me? What if…stop it Tris. You can do this. I mean, how big of a group could it be? It's probably a huge group! They might like me, but what if they find out my story? They wouldn't even come near me if they knew the truth. STOP IT! But what if-

My internal battle is quickly stopped when I hear the door open and a girl my age walks in. She is very pretty. Probably about 5'5 to 5'6 feet tall, has very tan skin, has dark brown hair that comes to about shoulder-length. She has dark brown eyes as well. Very pretty. I wish I was that pretty. But sadly, I will never be as beautiful as her, or anyone else for that matter.

Suddenly, she starts talking. "So you must be the new girl! I've heard about you! I know we are just going to be besties! C'mon! Let me show you to your class, then you could meet some of my friends! I hear that we have most of the same classes together! EEK! This is gonna be so great! Finally, someone new that isn't a snob! My name is Christina! What is your name?!" By the time she finishes, Mrs. Matthews and I are both covering our ears, trying to block out some of the noise that Christina made. Well, now I know what Mrs. Matthews meant when she said she was obnoxious.

Mrs. Matthews quickly comes in and says, "This is Tris, Christina. Now, she doesn't talk, so please don't push her to. It is a very sensitive subject. Now, if you will, please show her to Art with Ms. Wu. I have given you both a tardy slip, though Ms. Wu should already know. But just in case she doesn't, here you go girls. These are for all day, also, as you will be showing her to class throughout the day, Christina."

She gives each of us a white slip that has some things filled out about meeting with the principal and being excused from bring tardy today. I don't really examine it real closely, I don't think it's that important. All I need to know is that it gets us an excuse for being tardy. This is probably the only time I'm thankful for Mrs. Matthews butting in. Christina probably would've been confused and hurt if I didn't talk to her.

"Ok, Tris! Let's go to your locker! Wait. Let me see your schedule! I need to see which classes we do and don't have together! And I wonder where your locker is..? I hope it's by mine! If it's not by mine I hope that it's by one of the gang's! The gang is AWESOME! You'll love them! I just know it! We are going to be AMAZING friends!" Christina says.

I'm glad that she didn't ask about my talking…I see the confused look in her eyes. I guess Tori was right though…the people here ARE different than the people at my old school. Maybe we will get to know each other better. I probably won't go as far as friends yet, but I will keep it in mind. Just like Tori asked of me.

I nod my head, yes. I look at Christina and she doesn't look hurt at all by my non-talking thing. Just confused.

"Where is your locker anyways? And you still haven't given me your schedule!" Christina questions. I hand her my schedule, so 1. She will stop bugging me about it. 2. So she will stop talking for a minute. And 3. So she can get the answers to the questions she all asked.

When she is done reading it, she turns, looks at me and says, "Well…we have 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, and 7th period with you. The only period I don't have with you is free period. Your locker is 4 away from me! Not too far, but it's far enough." As she says that, she makes a little pouty face, but it quickly disappears as she says the next thing…"Your locker is right next to Uriah's though. He's in the gang. He is sort of the daring and funny one, along with his brother, Zeke. You'll meet them later! I can't wait until you do!" she exclaims.

I'm suddenly glad that I'm not by a person who doesn't know me and will make fun of me. I know I shouldn't let it get to me, but it's kind of hard. It makes the cutting a whole lot worse. So I look at her and nod, again. I also give her the tinniest little smile. In fact, it's so small that I don't think she would see it. So I try to make it a little bigger, by thinking of all the opportunities I can get at this school. She sees this, and smiles a huge smile back. It's such a big smile, that I swear I would be able to see it from miles away. Her teeth are pearly white also, so I could probably see the sparkling from miles away, also.

"Well, Tris. We are here. This is your locker! This is mine, right down here." She says and starts walking a couple of lockers away, until she suddenly stops. "Well, this is it. See? I'm not that far away from you! YAY!" she yells. I almost cover my ears again, but by the time I made the decision, she was done screaming. Then, she starts to enter her combination into her locker.

When she is successful, I see decorations EVERYWHERE. There are pictures crowding the door of her locker, a mini marker board in the back, a little chandelier at the top of it, shelves for her books, I'm guessing, and duct tape and wallpaper all over. It covers every inch of her locker. There are also homemade covers for the different books she has. I wonder how long this took to make!? I know that I won't decorate mine really at all…maybe a drawing here and there, but that's not much.

I look at her with a shocked face. How did she do this all!? She must see this because she says, "Oh, I had some help from the gang. The boys weren't really excited about it…the girls and I mostly did the work. The wallpaper and duct tape we made the boys do though."

Oh, okay. I understand now. Of course she had help from the 'gang'. It makes so much more sense now.

I nod at Christina. "Ok, Tris. You ready to try and open your locker?" Christina asks. I might as well try now…I'll get to Tori's sooner. So I nod my head yes and start to walk over to it.

Once I get there, I look at my schedule. I see the locker combo at the bottom of the page and try to open my locker. "26-6-40" I think to myself. I fail the first and second time, but on my third try, I finally get it open. "Good job, Tris! That's the best anyone has ever done for their first time trying! These lockers are a pain in the arse. I swear they are jinxed, so you are late to all of the classes that have the strictest teachers. It's happened to me so many times! I hope it isn't as bad this year as last year though…last year I had over 25 tardies! Ugh." Christina says.

I know what she means. It happened to me plenty of times over the years. I can only hope that these lockers aren't going to be as hard to get open as the last locker I had. I'm crossing my fingers.

"You ready to head to class?" Christina asks. I nod my head yes and we make our way towards Tori's classroom.

When we get there, I open the door, and see a whole bunch of people staring at me and Christina. Probably because we are late. Still…that's no reason to look at us like we just murdered somebody! I swear…people these days. I got worse looks though…so I can live with this.

"Ah. There you are Christina and Tris! Take a seat! It's not assigned seating, so take a seat anywhere you would like." Tori says, breaking the stares from part of the class. Not all of them, but most of them. She looks over at me, slightly smiling, knowing that I am giving someone a chance this time around.

Christina starts to head over to a table with only a couple of people sitting at it. When we get there, she sits down, so I do the same. These must be some of her friends, if she's choosing to sit here.

"Now, class, since this is the first day, I'm going to let you talk for the rest of class period. Just don't get TOO loud, otherwise the Erudite next door will be very annoyed. I trust you! Don't make me regret it! Or I will assign homework every day, for the rest of your time here!" Tori says. Then she winks, so the class knows that she is just messing with us. I knew she was messing around, probably because I know her so well, but some of the class apparently didn't. Those were ones with scared and shocked faces, but quickly faded away when they saw her wink. Most everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ok! I hope you know I will never do that! Now you can start talking, drawing, or whatever you want to do! But please do something!" Tori says. As she said that last part, she looked over towards me. It was a pleading look. Well…I won't talk, but I can listen. So I do.

"Hey guys! This is Tris! She's new here! She's going to be hanging with us! That is ok, right?" Christina says. Two girls and a guy look me over. "Hey Tris! I'm Marlene! This will be great! Another girl for our gang! YES! Great job picking her out, Christina!" Marlene says. She seems nice enough.

Good. At least I know 2 people now don't hate my guts.

"Hey Tris! I'm Shauna, and like Marlene, I am SO happy that another girl has finally joined!" Shauna says. "3, people…" I think. And then I look over at the last one. HE has deep, ocean-blue eyes that I feel like I could just sink into if I stare long enough at them. He is very muscular and has dark brown-almost black- hair.

His voice snaps me out of it. "Hi, Tris. Welcome to the gang." He says. What is his name? He never told me. I look at him with an expectant look, hoping it won't take much more.

It doesn't take him very long at all….almost as short as it does for Tori. Maybe he will kind of understand me….maybe? Maybe, just maybe, he likes me enough to understand me like this. Oh, I need to stop thinking like this. No one, and I repeat NO ONE will want to go out with an ugly, broken girl like me. Especially him.

I was thinking about a mile a minute, when he opens his mouth to speak again. He says, "Oh, ya! Sorry, I sorta forgot. I'm Four." Four? That's one I haven't heard of before…but who am I to judge? I simply nod at him.

I look to Christina, Shauna, Marlene, and Four, over and over again, while thinking, "Maybe this won't be such a bad year after all."

I am so so so so sorry for not updating! I'm sorry if the end wasn't very good. I am currently rushing to type this up. I have to go to an orthodontist appointment in 2 minutes! So sorry again for not updating. Once volleyball season is over, I will update more often. So sorry if I let any of you down! Forgive me? I'm gonna have a review goal…just cause I think it would be fun! But it's not like I am NOT gonna update if I don't reach it…so it's not forced! So is it too much to ask, if I say my goal is 32 reviews? I hope not! But, until next time, BYE PEOPLES!:)