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HOPE Y'ALL LIKE DIS. CRITICISM MUCH APPRECIATED SINCE I'M A TRASH CAN.

...do people even read these anymore?


Summary: Anna Simon, a girl who's considered a prodigy by Erudite standards, but belongs in Abnegation, somehow ends up in Dauntless but isn't Divergent. Already having to deal with Jeanine up her ass, she doesn't need scary looking Eric messing up with her plans! Really, her reckless Abnegation side will seriously get her killed on day.


CHAPTER 1

- The Start -

Coming out from the connected washroom in my room, I don't bother trying to wipe the steam off from the small mirror on top of the counter. As I walk out, the steam produced from my hot shower slitters out into my room. I walk quickly towards my dresser on my left and put on some undergarments to cover myself from the cool AC. Even though it's still only early April, the weather is shockingly really warm, hinting that we'll have an early head start on spring, and by extension summer.

Goosebumps appear on my arms from the sudden change of temperature but I ignore the reaction my body makes as I walk forward along the wall.

I pull the heavy, light blue curtain, giving me a wide view of the Faction I grew up in. The early afternoon sun filters in and I raise my arm to shield myself from its rays. I remember in the back of my mind reading a study on how natural sunlight is better than artificial lighting and can help reduce the chances of myopia.

Turning my back to the window, I am not afraid of any peeping toms seeing how where I live is on the top floor of one of the most well-secured condos in Erudite. Walking part naked in my home has never been an issue. After what happened to my dad, my mom just throws herself into her work, pretending that I was never born and that it wasn't her who carried me in her womb for nine months.

I turn from my view from above and look into the full length mirror by my dresser, the light streaming in from the large window allows me to see myself in natural lighting. My tousled charcoal hair falls down to my mid back. Usually it reaches past that after I use the straightening hair serum that most women from Erudite are so fond of.

I vaguely recall my mother reprimanding me for never wanting to use the serum and for wanting to keep my hair wavy. I never really cared much about appearances as she did when she still cared about me. I always thought it was rather vain; why bother teaching others not to judge people by their looks if you don't bother following what you preach?

I release a big sigh, but the weight on my shoulders seems even heavier than before despite the fact that I am in only clad undergarments.

I reach for my reflection and stare into my own eyes. Unlike most people from this faction, my eyes are slanted in an almond like shape and my chocolate brown eyes stare back at me. Brown eyes are most common seeing how it's the dominate gene, but someone with my features isn't. According to an old history book from before our founders made the factions, the world was separated and categorized by racial looks. From what I've read, I'm supposed to be of Oriental descent, an uncommon feat as most of the people here seem to originate from a Caucasian descent.

All I see is a familiar stranger. My face is not as angular as most of the Erudite population and is more flat. My button nose doesn't stick out as much as those who have straight noses and my lips, rather than them being thin, are full and shapely. Looking down at my body, I sigh at how pasty white I look in contrast to the black underwear and bra I am wearing. The sunlight beaming in from outside shines and the marks on my body are visible if you actually look. Mismatched scars on my body are visible but from prolonged time and our advanced technology that helped us make certain healing salves, only faint shades of scarring are visible.

However, despite the scars, my body is somewhat attractive by Erudite standards. I am in pretty good shape compared to the others here. Because of this, my stomach is somewhat flat with a hint of definition and my legs were in good shape due to all the running I do. Although my arms are the least favorite place in my body to work out, due to all the books we have to carry and read, I can say that I could probably bruise someone if I tried. In Erudite, we are required to exercise for at least half an hour, but I do it for an hour, sometimes even more depending on the day. In order to have a strong mind, one must have a strong body or something like that.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

My heart lurches at the sudden noise as I look for my tablet to close my alarm. Finding it under a pile of my research papers, my stomach drops at the reminder I set myself on the timer. I feel my heart nearly dropping to my stomach at the words. APTITUDE TEST is bolded and blinking in the same consistent timing as the beeps. I can't do this.

Looking at the top right, I nearly swear as I realize that I have taken too much time daydreaming than getting ready.

I throw my still wet hair in a quick top knot, knowing that most of my peers wouldn't appreciate the lack of order in my appearance but not caring anyways. Quickly ruffling through my closet I decide on a simple indigo dress that falls an inch below my knees and grabbed a white blazer on my way out of my room. Passing the kitchen I take along with me a single banana since it's a great source of potassium and has all the nutrients you need in a healthy breakfast. Reaching my front door, I slip my feet into a pair of standard black flats and clutch my tablet with my left arm to my chest; my banana was in the left hand as well and my right hand gripped my doorknob.

Taking a deep breathe, I tried to quickly mentally prep myself for what I'm about to throw myself into.

It doesn't matter what results I get, I know what I have to do. I will protect Beatrice Prior.


AN: I hope you guys thought this was like... I dunno...worth reading or whatever. If not, I'm sorry for wasting your time. BUTT! BUTT... heehee BUTT... UHHH YEA. BUT if you guys did like it please Review or something.

I'll be honest, I'm fucking terrified of this. Like posting this online for people to read and judge it but hey, imma YOLO to fuck out of this man. *NOT THAT YOU GUYS ARE MEN...WELL YOU CAN, I'M NOT JUDGING, BUT THIS IS HOW I TALK IN REAL LIFE, LIKE YOU GUYS...COULD BE GIRLS AND I'D STILL CALL YOU MAN*

But in all seriousness, reviews are much appreciated, tell me if you guys liked it or not, if you wasted your time or not, and tell me why so I'll know what you people want or don't want or hate and if I need to improve and now I'm babbling. Sorry! ANYWAYS!

Much love,

- Jam