DISCLAIMER! All of the Divergent faction ideals, world, concepts, etc belong to Veronica Roth! The only things that I claim my own are the non-canon characters and my take on the Amity Initiation! Thank you for reading!

Chapter One

"Forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty!" Amber yelled. "Ready or not, here I come!"

I hugged the branch I was on tighter, clinging onto the apple tree like one of the green geckos that also shared my perch. Squeals pealed from below me as Kelly was found, and I smiled to myself, stifling a laugh. No one ever looked up in the trees till the last second, and unlike many of the other girls I preferred to wear red instead of yellow, along with long khakis instead of flouncy skorts like they did.

"Still haven't found you?" I almost tumbled off the tree in response to Cooper's light voice, and I craned my neck upwards to see him sitting casually on one of the higher branches, crunching an apple loudly.

"Yeah, no one looks up do they?" I laugh, and he grins down at me. Cooper had been my friend since way back, and honestly he hasn't really changed; still the same mischievous and cheerful outlook on life.

"I've noticed," he replies with a smile in his voice, then nods over in the general direction of the peach trees. "I think Amber gave up."

"Jessamine! Come on out!" Amber calls, and laughing, I dropped down from the tree effortlessly.

"Tree again?" Kelly asks, shaking her head good-naturedly. "You have a knack for high places Jessamine."

"Yeah well, it's not like it's off limits," I say, and look towards the wooden cabins that dominated the majority of the area owned by Amity. A woman with auburn hair waved at me, and I turned back to Amber.

"Sorry Am, my mom's calling." She nods and both her and Kelly waved as I ran towards the cabin with round windows. The grass felt damp under my bare feet, and the wind laden with the sweet smell of fruit blew tangles into my hair. Life in Amity was wonderful, and although I was only fifteen, I had no doubts about my Choosing Day choice.

Springing up, I smiled broadly as I jumped into my mother's arms, and the scent of sage wrapped around me as she wrapped her strong arms around my waist.

"Well, aren't you a mess today?" She joked, ruffling my hair fondly while ushering me inside. "I've got something for you darling."

Inside, our cabin was a cheery yet down to earth place, a leftover trait from when my mother was in Abnegation. Bright yellow curtains hung over the peculiar circular windows that were unique to our home, and rustic furniture graced the interior. Two green doors led to our separate bedrooms, and a smaller red door led to our well-stocked pantry.

"Oh my gosh, are those..." I gasped as my mother stepped aside to reveal a pale yellow pot with a short pole inside. Winding around the stick was the vine of a star jasmine, and towards the top were fifteen fully bloomed jasmine flowers.

My mom walked over and squeezed my shoulder. "Lovely aren't they? Your namesake, Jessamine."

I turned back around to hug her again, and said gratefully, "Thanks so much mom! They're beautiful!" Her green eyes, identical to mine, crinkled into a smile as she hugged me warmly back.

The moment was broken by a loud rapping on the door, and a middle aged man with graying brown hair entered.

"Hello Melody, I was wondering if you could lend us a hand in the herb gardens again?" Ronald Stone asked, smiling cheerfully like only a true member of Amity can. My mother's name is actually Melanie Tillers, but everyone called her Melody because she had a beautiful singing voice that matched her elegant appearance.

Looking into the mirror to my left, I pursed my lips as I noted the differences between us. I had dark brown shoulder length hair while she had a gleaming auburn, and my face was still childlike and punctured by a flat but round nose along with pink lips that were fuller on the bottom. Pretty much the only thing we had in common were the green, oriental eyes and a slim but lean build.

"Of course Ronald! And Jessamine would love to help too, won't you dear?" She asked without needing to. Any chance to go to the herb gardens, I grab with enthusiasm.

I nodded and followed both of them, walking a little behind them as they chatted aimlessly about the weather and whatnot. All around me were Amity dressed in reds and yellows and browns, the colors bright against their tanned skin.

The herb garden was located behind the main greenhouse, a nearly divided patch of soil with flourishing herbs of all kinds. Sage, spearmint, basil, oregano... There were too many to count. Crouching by a bed, I started to pull out some dandelions that crowded the herbs, and saved the leaves for later. Beside me, my mother checked the plants, occasionally tugging off a dried leaf or maybe adding some more water.

"Have you heard from Kalvin?" She asked, and Mr. Stone shook his head sadly. Kalvin was Ronald and Delia Stone's only son, and two years ago, on his Choosing Day, he transferred to Dauntless. Why he chose to live with the cruelest faction, I don't know, but ever since then Candor have been more rude and curt with us than usual. It was horrid, how unkind and inconsiderate they were with their words.

Even so, peace in Amity had remained, and I had thought it would always be that way, tranquil and content.

Until we heard the screaming.

Well, that was short, but I promise I will be uploading more later on! Thank you so much for reading, and please review and follow/favorite! All constructive criticism is much appreciated, since this is my first time writing a Divergent fanfiction as I am fairly new into the fandom. Once again, R&R, thanks!

~JasmineMoonblossom