{Authors Note: Hi everyone! O.K., so I'm trying something that I don't usually do. I was thinking, and I thought that it might be interesting to try to look at Divergent from someone COMPLETELY unrelated to Tris. Please tell me what you think of this! I've never really tried looking at a book (during the time that it is going on) from someone else's perspective... Hope ya like it!}
I followed the girl in grey. She was walking slowly, but I wouldn't say anything, it would be selfish to yell at someone because of my excitement. As we crept through the factionless section of the city, a boy of perhaps five years, walked up to me and asked for some food. I paused and began to dig around in my schoolbag. My fingers quickly found the smooth surface of an apple that my mother must've packed. I pulled the bright red apple out of my bag and set it in the boy's small hands. His eyes widened and his thin lips curled into a timid smile. I watched as his small, bony figure disappeared into the dark alley between two nearby buildings. Before I had walked two steps, I heard the loud CRUNCH as the boy bit into the fresh apple. I smiled, knowing that I could've possibly saved the boy's life. I began to jog to catch up with the rest of the Abnegation people.
Today was the choosing ceremony and I was required to choose what I would do for the rest of my life. My choice wasn't hard. My Aptitude test had, as expected, considered me to belong in Abnegation. I was perfectly happy with that. I would live a simple life with a main goal of helping. I smiled to myself as I realized that I was almost to the gates. I lined up with hundreds of other Abnegation citizens as we waited for the ceremony to begin.
"Beatrice Prior," called Marcus Eaton. Beatrice stepped forward and grabbed the shining knife with a pale, shaking hand. I watched as she sliced her palm open and reached out. The blood dripped from her hand into the bowl. I gasped. The bowl was not the one filled with smooth stones, but the one that was flaming. Dauntless. Beatrice Prior had chosen Dauntless. A cheer arose from the area of slouched, tattooed, and black clad people. I looked over at Beatrice's parents with a look of compassion. Neither saw me. They were staring at Beatrice. Mrs. Prior wore a look of pride, while Mr. Prior looked as if he had been stabbed in the back by his best friend.
I waited in silence for Mr. Eaton to call my name and when he finally called 'Eleanor Reiley', I stood and walked up to the knife. I delicately grabbed it in my left hand and dug the tip into my right. I slid the blade down, creating a slash across my palm and stretched my arm out. I felt the warm blood collect and then fall. I looked down to see the smooth grey stones below me marred by a streak of red.
{Authors Note: Please let me know if I should continue this or not. I have a VERY basic plot (sort of) in my head. If you would like to see more, I would be happy to put more up. Thanks!}