I cannot even explain how bad I feel! I said I would start updating Vulpella in September, and it's now March.

I FEEL SO BAD I AM SO SORRY!

But, over the past week or so, I've been writing like crazy, and trying to get ideas and such. I have the main plot pretty well figured out, but if y'all have any ideas, I do write for you guys, so… Feel free to tell me what you like, don't like, and want to see!

Now, as it's long overdue…

Hope you enjoy Vulpella!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the idea. :)

"You're different," my mom used to tell me, back when I was five and wondering why I didn't look like my brother. She was right, I'll give her that, but really, that 'difference' has made people scared of me, run away from me, cower in fear, and kick me out of two boarding schools and counting. But today, as I get ready to go to the third boarding school in three years, I can't help but think this is the one. Three's a charm right? The school I'm packing to go to is the prestigious Factions Boarding, in Chicago. My parents went there when they were in high school as well.

"Beatrice!" Mom yells up the stairs. "Caleb is about to leave, and you don't want to be late for your first day!"

"Coming mom!" I yell back down to her, and, pulling on a hoodie, I run quickly down the stairs and into the entranceway to the house I share with Mom, Caleb, and Dad, who's never here because he works for the government and he's always off campaigning or something. I don't pay attention to him, he doesn't pay attention to me. The first thing I see of my mother, is her ears. They're sitting on top of her head like always, one is turned towards me, the other towards Caleb. Her tail is sticking out of the back of her skinny jeans, coming out of a hole I cut last week.

"Food?" I ask, sniffing around Caleb's backpack hopefully. He rolls his eyes, but hands me some bacon.

"Damn fox senses," he mutters, shaking his head. "I can never get food past you." I smile as I eat the bacon. It's one of the best things about being a vulpella, or 'fox girl'. My smell and hearing is exceptionally good, but, unfortunately, it makes shopping a challenge.

Mom grabs her long grey coat, and pulls up the hood so when she goes outside, no one can see the tail or the ears that are physical characteristics of a vulpella.

"C'mon, we have to go." She grabs her purse, and Caleb and I follow. Caleb and I both have rolling suitcases, but while his is blue, mine is black. Also, his blue backpack is slung over one shoulder, while my black duffel bag is attached to my suitcase handle.

We load our things into the car, and get in ourselves. Caleb's in the front, but that's okay because the Bluetooth speakers are back here, so I get to be in charge of the music during the two hour drive.

I get myself situated in the car, hood up and sweatpants on, and then I turn up the music, blasting Taylor Swift's 'I Know Places'. I always found my love of that song a tad ironic.

I turned it up just enough that I can't hear my brother and my mom having a conversation in the front seat, but they can still have a conversation without yelling.

"Baby, I know places we won't be found, and they'll be, chasing our tails tryin' to track us down," Taylor Swift's amazing voice floats out of the speakers. I can't help but sing along, until I've made it through about five of her 1989 songs, and am on How You Get the Girl. I can't help but wish that a guy would say that to me, I think, as I get to the chorus.

"I want you for worse or for better, I would wait forever and ever, Broke your heart, I'll put it back together. I would wait forever and ever."

"Beatrice!" My mom exclaims. By the glare on her face, I'd say she'd been yelling at me for some time now, and that I'd been too wrapped up in the music to hear her.

"We're here?" I ask, turning off the music.

"Yes, we are. Make sure you're covered, and get out of the car please Beatrice. Caleb already has his stuff, and he's waiting." I sigh, disconnect my phone from the speakers, and fix my hood on top of my head.

I step out of the car, ears flat to my head, so that although my hearing is muffled, at least people don't see the fact that I've got something growing out of the top of my head.

"Okay, you two. I love you, visit as much as possible. Go and get your stuff from the office."

"I love you too," Caleb and I chorus, and with that we took our bags and headed into the huge main building.

I can't help but admire the walls, filled with trophies and such from previous athletes and teams. Students are rushing around, laughing with friends, and such like that. It's Sunday afternoon, and school starts in eight days.

We – finally – get to the office, and are greeted by a friendly woman sitting at the front desk.

"Hello dears. How may I help you?"

"We are Caleb and Beatrice Prior ma'am," my brother responds. "We just got here."

"Ah, yes. Caleb, you are in Erudite, and Beatrice you are in Dauntless. Right outside the door are two people, waiting to help you with everything, and they are also your roommates. Here are your uniform tickets and lists. The people outside will explain everything." Uniforms? Oh God, what am I going to do? "Also, Beatrice, it looks like your mother sent in a note saying that you are allowed to add one extra piece of clothing to your daily uniform. Don't lose that pass young lady, you only get one but it lasts the length of your time here at our lovely establishment." I nodded quickly, silently thanking my Mother.

Caleb and I walk out of the office, and sure enough there stands two people, one girl and one boy.

"Hi," the girl smiles. "I'm Christina. I take it you must be Beatrice?"

"Tris, actually," I respond.

"Well, Tris, let's go! We have so much to do, and I have to introduce you to my friends, and Oh!" She squeals, excited. "We're going to be the best of friends!"

All I get time for is a quick, "Bye bro," before being whisked away to a large black building.

"Welcome to the Dauntless Dorms. There are two people to a room. This tower is the girls' one, and that one over there," she points to a replica tower to our left, "is the boys' one. Curfew is eleven, and quiet time is between ten pm and six am. No girl and boy is allowed in a room together alone. You must be wearing your uniform at all times during the school year, which starts next Monday." By this time, we have come to a stop outside a room with the number 236.

"C'mon, we can put your stuff down and then we should decorate." I quickly unpack my stuff into the white dresser provided to me, before setting a few things on top, including my Bluetooth speakers, my cat figurine, and a picture with me and my mom. You can see my ears and tail, but that's because I was going as a Fox girl for Hallowe'en, so there's a string tied around my waist, and a headband in my hair, so that people think it's just a costume.

"Is that Natalie Prior?" Christina must have come up behind me.

"Yeah," I respond. I'm not surprised that Christina knows who she is, she's a famous model and actress, and my dad is a well-known person in the government. They met while on set, because my mom was acting the lead role and my dad was just learning the ropes, he was like the assistant producer.

"How do you know her? She's like, my hero."

"Um… She's my mom." Christina's squeal was so loud a deaf man would be able to hear it. It was made a billion times worse because of my super hearing from being part fox.

"Oh, my, gosh! That is, like, so cool!"

A bit of an abrupt ending, but I hope you liked it!

Review and all that jazz

For the first time in… seven months (?!)…

Stay Dauntless,

~Cat