So here's my first story for Divergent. I'm pretty excited to post this because I love the plot I'm thinking about.

Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent sadly. I only own my OCs who are Izzy, Jonah, Daniel, Emily, and Jessie.

Enjoy and please review at the end. Thanks!

Prologue

Factions.

Such an ugly word. A word that could make you matter or totally worthless. If you're not a member of the prestigious factions, then you're nothing to those who are. We're lucky enough to have the kind and selfless Abnegation who help us every now and then, but they help only twice every few weeks.

I'm Factionless-born, so I'll never have the chance to be above the rest. I'm turning 16 in two weeks actually, but it's not like it matters. I'll never leave the Factionless life. All thanks to my ancestor who was a failed initiate.

Life here is hard. People die every day for many different reasons. Starvation, disease…murder. You name it. I'm sure it's happened here.

We're the undesirables. The outcasts. Street rats…

We're the factionless.

"C'mon sissy!" yells my six year old brother Jonah.

"I'm coming, Jonah!" I yell back as I ran. I ran as fast as my 12 year old legs could carry. Jonah was wanting to go to the Amity fields to watch them pick crops. We ran through the roughest part of the Factionless sector of Chicago and I was worried of what could happen.

He groaned in annoyance and kept running. I ran faster, eager to catch up with him. I couldn't let what happen to my friend Emily happen to him. I ran faster, but my legs gave out on me.

I fell, and cried out in pain, but upon inspection for any injuries, I found that I was fine. Just a scratched knee and elbow, but neither were bleeding.

I look behind me and I can't see Jonah anywhere. I panic and stand up, yelling his name. How was I going to reach him now?

Wait….I know how.

I see the garbage pile of unwanted items. I run over there, hoping I could find what I needed. After digging in there for 5 minutes, I don't find what I'm looking for and it irritates me. I growl in frustration, but as I do, I see two wheels on a board sticking out. I pull it out.

It was a board with four wheels attached to the bottom. I had seen this before in books, but I couldn't place a name to it.

"A skateboard."

I quickly turn around and see a little girl standing there. She's wearing typical Factionless clothes, all mixed colors from different factions. I stare at her.

"What?" she asks confused.

"What is it used for?" I inquire, curious as to what it is. The girl laughs.

"You ride on it. It's fun. I should know because I have one at home. Try it." She replies with a smile.

I smile and nod back, setting the board on the ground. I place my right foot on the skateboard and push off with my left. I hold out my arms for balance, but after I get a grip, I smile and push harder with my left foot, causing me to go faster. When I do, I realize I can catch up to Jonah now.

"Jonah!" I yell, cupping my hands. I finally arrive where I think I saw him go. When I go over a hill, I scream and cover my mouth in an attempt to suppress it.

My baby brother laid in a small field of flowers.

Covered in blood.

His blood.

He's dead

I wake up screaming, with images of my dead brother haunting my mind moments after it was supposed to go away. I realize that I had been crying in my sleep as tears streamed down my face without trouble. I get up and go to our small bathroom.

I light the candle on the sink next to the door. We don't have electricity in the Factionless sector, so we receive candles and matches from the Abnegation so we can see at night. Man, I seriously don't know what we'd do without them. They're the only reason we're all still alive. Those who are left, anyways.

When I look in the mirror, I don't recognize the girl staring back at me.

Her face is streaked with tears, red as a tomato, and cheeks puffy from crying. Her muddy brown hair was a disaster and her normally icy blue eyes were a dull blue. Yet, that girl was me. I sigh and begin to clean myself up a bit.

When I go back out, I'm holding the lit candle in my hand, but it's lighter outside than it was before. I grin while watching the sunrise because the colors in it is always so beautiful. Jonah used to wake me up early so we could watch it while we waited for our dad and older brother Daniel to wake up. It isn't the same now without Jonah. He died only 4 years ago.

I sigh again at the memory of my deceased little brother and go back to bed. I glance up at the mirror on the wall and I can see my reflection thanks to my lit candle in my hand. My hair looked better since I brushed it out, and the puffiness and redness in my face is starting to go away. My eyes began to go back to the regular icy blue. I was starting to look like the Factionless-born Isabelle Cross again.

After I lay down, I set the candle on my bedside table, blow it out, and I close my eyes and sleep for a few more hours before I'm forced to get up again for work.

"Izzy!"

I groan and turn the other way. I hear a sigh of frustration before a cold hand wraps around my arm and shakes me again.

"Izzy! Get up! It's time for work." A male voice says. I sigh.

"Okay. Give me a minute." I say in my sleepy voice. I hear the voice say okay as I sit up slowly. I rub my eyes and open them to see my older brother Daniel standing next to me.

"Good morning." He greets with a small grin. I smile back.

"Morning." I reply and swing my legs over the edge of my bed. Another day of being picked on and taunted by the faction members.

Seven hours later, it's time to head home. The diner was exceptionally busy today, and most of our customers were families. My guess is because it's getting closer to this year's aptitude tests and Choosing Ceremony, and the parents want to spend as much time with their kids as possible in case they transfer factions.

"Time to close up shop, Izzy." My friend and co-worker Jessie calls out.

"Coming!" I respond as I finish cleaning up and head out. "Alright. Now I'm ready. "

She nods and lets me go out the door first. She follows right behind me. Ever since the whole Emily incident, I never travel alone after work, especially at night. Emily's death was an unneeded one and my father doesn't want me to end up like her or Jonah.

Some drunk Dauntless came up to her and Jessie one night while they were heading home from work. I was home all day because I was sick, so I didn't see what happened in person. But Jessie saw it all.

The Dauntless taunted them and out of nowhere, they grabbed Emily and started beating her up. Jessie tried to help her, but one of the attackers beat her up a bit and knocked her out. When Jessie woke up again, she saw Emily laying on the ground in a pool of blood. Dead and cold to the touch. Later, we found a bullet wound through the back of her head.

I shiver at the thoughts of this horrible murder, and I know for a fact it still haunts Jessie to this day. She blames herself for Emily's death when we all reassure her that it isn't. It was those Dauntless boys' faults and they got away with it.

Man, I can't stand them. Dauntless come and kill us all the time for fun and they're usually drunk when they do come around. They're monsters. Killers.

I can't trust them easily. The only Dauntless boy I ever trusted disappeared on me years ago.

I don't know if I could ever trust a faction member again.

There's the prologue. I have the first chapter almost done, and will probably post it soon. Please review! It really helps me out. Thank you :)

Until next time,

Dauntingjay