Time for a new story!

Disclaimer I am not Veronica Roth, therefore I do not own Divergent!

Four POV

Just because it looks like somebody did something, does not mean that they did. For example, some people could plagiarize, some people could have other people do the work for them, or some people can just pretend to work.

In some other cases, somebody might get caught doing something that they didn't do. Example, stealing, making a mess, or breaking things.

In my case, I was caught in an armed robbery. The police think that I was the one who robbed the store, but I didn't. Just because they found me holding the gun doesn't mean that I committed the crime.

This is what really happened.

I was looking around the gas station for a snack. I was making my way back to Las Angeles from a road trip up to Oregon. I was looking at all of the candy bars trying to decide which one I wanted.

All of a sudden, the front doors swing open and somebody yells, "EVERYBODY ON THE FLOOR NOW!"

Everyone drop straight to the ground, including myself. I look up and see that there is a man in a ski mask making their way towards the cash register.

"Give me all of the money! Now!" The person yells.

The cashier starts to unlock the cash register, but a little boy accidently rolled his car right next to the robber's foot. The little boy tried to reach out for it, but the robber saw.

"Hey!" The robber said.

He picked the little boy up from the ground and pulled out a gun.

"No!" The mother screamed.

I knew what I had to do. I jumped up off of the ground and ran at the robber. I took the gun from his hands, and he let go of the boy. I knocked the guy out, but before I could set the gun down…

"STOP RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE!"

I freeze.

"Drop the weapon and turn around slowly."

I did as the officer said.

"Now put your hands behind your head."

Again I followed the instructions given to me.

An officer walked up to me and started to pat me down. After he found no weapons of any sort, he cuffed my hands.

"You're under arrest."

And they walked me out of the gas station and to the cop car.

I tried to tell the police the truth but they didn't believe me. So I had to spend the night in the police station.

Now that the press has found out, they are going to try to get the details from people. So my manager, Luke, decided that I should go back to my home town of Chicago and lay low until things die down.

While I am in Chicago, I will be attending high school for my senior year. Luke enrolled me in a school called Brave High School. I am assuming that the word has spread all around the country by now, so the students that will be attending as well will know about me coming.

Even though I am not going to be in California, Luke is allowing me to continue writing music. There is a studio close to wear I am staying. So every time I finish a song, I will just go there.

I am currently unpacking in my new house. There is already furniture and stuff here so all I am doing is unpacking my clothes and personal belongings.

Tomorrow is the first day of school. I am really excited. Note the sarcasm. I just hope that they don't smother me.

End of chapter one!

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