The intolerable beep noise of an beep alarm clock beep is too much for one human to deal with. I slam my hand down on the snooze button, groaning.

"Beatrice! Get up before we are late!" Caleb yells pulling my blanket off.

I shiver, curling into a ball to avoid the cold air blowing full force from the vent.

"BEATRICE!" He pulls my leg, resulting in me laying splayed across the floor.

"God damn it Caleb!" I yell, dragging my body up. My legs are still asleep, resulting in me almost tripping every step to my bathroom.

"Get out!" I shove him out of my room. When the door is locked, I wash off my face, having accidentally left my makeup from last night on.

I see a few pimples along my jawbone, and sigh. It's the first day at a new school, and it is not starting off well. I head downstairs, still in yoga pants and a tank top.

Caleb is enjoying a nice meal of eggs and toaster waffles, whereas I grab leftover pizza from the fridge.

"Beatrice that isn't enough to eat to sustain you all morning." He insists, shaking his head.

I roll my eyes,"Then this is."

I grab a mug and pour a cup of coffee, taking a huge gulp. "That coffee pot was for me!" He whines, crossing his arms.

"Sharing is caring!" I shout, going back upstairs.

I finish my coffee and pizza, and take a 5 minute shower, letting the water wake me up. I blow dry my hair, leaving the long locks slightly curly. I could never be bothered to braid it or put it in a bun.

I put on a little mascara, eyeliner, concealer, and a dull pink lip gloss.

"Hurry up! Only 10 minutes till the bus gets here!" Caleb screams through the door.

"That's plenty of time!" I yell back.

I have an outfit layed out, a black crop top, foe leather jacket, and white skinny jeans. I have combat boots that I use for practically everything, seeing as it was hard for my mom to buy them.

We have never had much extra money, but we get by on lots of hand-me-downs from cousins and friends.

I grab my phone, backpack and wallet and we rush to the bus stop, which is at the opposite end of our street.

"We almost missed the bus because of you!" Caleb hisses, pointing at the approaching school bus.

"Whatever. We made it anyways."

The bus screeches to a halt. I see two dark-skinned boys running out from their house as we step onto the bus.

"Pedrad's, late as always?" The bus driver laughs. I hear a few snickers from around us.

I sit near the middle, trying to stay unnoticable. The boys dart into the bus, plopping in the seat right next to me.

"Sorry Yolanda! Forgot to set an alarm!" One of them, the younger looking, yells.

"It's ok Uriah!"

Uriah? That's an interesting name.

"Hey Blondie! What's your name?" The other one asks.

I look at my hands,"Um...Be... Tris. Yeah my name is Tris."
New place. New name.

"You don't seem sure of that." The older one remarks.

I laugh quietly,"Yeah. My name is Tris. What's yours?"
"I'm Zeke, and squirt here is Uriah." He ruffles Uriah's hair.

I smile,"Nice to meet you!"

He nods,"You too." They both pull out their phones, leaving me to think. I pull out my own, old phone.

It works fine, and I have never cracked it.  It works for what I need it for. I scroll through Facebook, looking at my friends posts. I miss them so much.

I lived in a small town just North of Nashville. It was a there-are-no-secrets-here kind of place. Everybody knew everyone, and nobody gossiped. I am so used to that, I dont know what to expect from a school with 4000 kids! Last year there were only 100 other sophomores in my grade there.

"Get off my bus!" The driver yells. Everybody jumps up, running out the door. I wait till the mass of people is off, before walking towards the door.

"That was very abnegation Beatrice." Caleb says, right behind me.

"My name is Tris here. It's a new start. I don't want anything like it was before you-know-what happened."

He nods,"Understandable. Ok Tris. Have fun."

I walk to the office, having been enrolled late, I don't get my schedule until today. The plaque on the door reads, Miss. Matthews;Principal.

I push open the door, greeted by a stuck-up looking woman, with bleach blonde hair and prominent frown lines.

"Hello ma'am." I whisper, quietly sitting down.
"Are you Miss. Prior?" She asks, pushing her glasses down a bit.
I nod.
She types something into a computer,"Here is your schedule, and locker number with combination. You will have an optional school guide. Would you like one?"
I nod again,"Yes ma'am"

She makes a quick call, then remarks,"Well? Take your stuff, and wait outside the office. Your guide will be here soon."

I roll my eyes, and walk out. What a bitch. The wind is slow, making the air miserably hot. I take off my jacket and hold it in my arm.

My foot begins to tap impatiently.

"Are you Beatrice?" A girl asks. She is about my height, with mocha skin, and shoulder length hair. She looks like she puts 2 hours of effort into looking so nice.

"Tris, actually, and yeah. You must be my guide." I respond.
"Yup! I am Christina! Most of my friends call me Chrissy or Chris. May I see your schedule?"

I hand it to her, getting a first look at it myself.

Prior, Beatrice       11th grade      
1.World History: Martin, John
8:30-9:15
2. Calculus: Matthews, Jeanine
9:21-10:06
3. Art Culture; Wu;Tori
10:12-10:56
4. Lunch
11:02-11:47
5. Physical Education; Coach Amar
11:53-12:38
6. Spanish; Lawson, Amanda
12:44-1:29
7. Language Arts; Holland; Jane
1:35-2:20
8. Free Period
2:20-3:05

"Ok Tris, it looks like we have 1st, 3rd, Lunch, Free Period, and 7th period together. I can lead you to your locker, and we can go to first period together." She explains, handing my paper back.

I stuff it in my pocket, and pull out the little sheet of paper with my locker number and combination.
Locker 416
Combo 46-10-64

I am utterly confused on the amount of fours and sixes, but I guess they had to come up with something.

We go to the 400's locker hall, and find my locker. "I guess you know how to put in a locker combination. My locker is a few rows over, 436. Just come get me when you are done."

I put in the combination, failing at first then getting it the second time. I put a magnet with my schedule attached in the door, and put away the notebooks I won't need until lunch.

I plan how to get through the crowd of kids running around the hall, throwing papers and punching each other.

I maneuver over 2 rows, and see Chris with a fully decked out, incredibly pink locker. It is decorated with fabric on the outside, and a whiteboard, mirror, notepad, and emergency makeup hanging on the door. I see a picture of her and a fairly large group of people. I recognize two of them as the Pedrads'.

"I am done, do you have your stuff?" I ask, leaning against the locker beside her.
"One second." She digs in a sparkly jar of writing things, and pulls out a sparkly pink pen with a giant fluffball on the end.

"Now I'm ready." She smiles.
I am about to start walking, when a strong hand pushes my shoulder back. I look up into the deepest sea of blue eyes I have ever seen.

"Move it stiff." He spits, deepset anger resonating off of him.
I peel his hand off,"Maybe I would have sooner if you didn't push me like a little bitch. You don't get what you want so you hurt an innocent bystander? That's low."

He practically growls,"What's your name?"
"Tris. Yours?"
"Four. If I-"

I interrupt,"Wait Four? Like the number? What does it stand for, your IQ?"

I hear loud laughing around me, seeing a small group of people gathering around us.

"Whatever. Just stay out my way stiff."

I roll my eyes, waving my hand,"Off you go."

He grunts, pushing me out of the way again. I turn back toward's him and kick his leg out from under him,"Do not ever touch me again."

More laughs erupt from the crowd, as I grab Christina and push my way through the crowd.

"Damn Tris! You got some fire!" She gives me a high five.

I laugh,"Thanks, let's get to class already."