Sometimes I walk around thinking what it would be like if I chose a different faction, one other than Dauntless.

If I chose to stay in Abnegation, I would be a harmless, boring girl. I would've ignored the results I got in that Aptitude test and stayed with the people I've called family for so many years. I would walk around, pretending that I care not for myself, but for others. The Abnegation Manifesto would be permanently enscribed into my brain, a constant reminder that I was less important than the people around me. To project always outward, until I disappear, meaning that I would constantly be of help to everybody else, until I'm sent away or I die.

If I chose Erudite, I can only imagine what kind of a person I would become. I would probably turn into a ruthless know-it-all like Jeanine, or someone who uses their knowledge against the people in different factions. I would become one of those humans who's own knoeledge is their downfall. I would strut about in my blue clothing, forcing people to think that my knowledge makes me superior. I've already come to hate that side of me, and it barely even exists.

If I chose Amity, I would be a kind, annoyingly bubbly person. I would become that person I was when I was injected with the peace serum, but permanently. I would wabble around in my yellow and red clothing, pretending that there's abseloutely nothing bad going on around me. I would be friendly to those in other factions, obnoxiously friendly, at that. I'm not like that, though.

I don't even want to know what I would say if I chose Candor. I would wear my black and white proudly, as if telling the truth was really a good thing. Over time, I've learned in Dauntless that secrets can keep you close, and that some things are rather left unsaid.

I chose Dauntless, though. I'm selfish. I'm a bad liar. I'm not a know-it-all. I'm not very peaceful. I'm brave. My black clothes are a representation of who I am, as are my tattoos, of which I have many.

I train initaites now, like Max did. I'm not going to turn out like Max, though. I'm a good Dauntless.

As time goes by, I've realized that the Dauntless in me has shown all along. I remember trying to do free things, Dauntless things, when I was younger, even though my faction forbade any type pf self enjoyment. I remember jumping on my bed when my parents were out, and my brother and I remained alone in the house. While he was curled up in his room- I now realize he was reading- I was trying things out for myself. I would take pens and draw little tattoos on myself, enjoying the way the ink sunk down into every little crevise of my skin. Dauntless was also in my past, I just never really realized it.

I can imagine what I'll be doing in a few years. Training initiates, and when it's time for someone else to take over, I'll work in the tattoo parlor. I imagine Tobias and I will still be together, as we're madly in love now.

Some people ask me, 'Do you ever regret switching to Dauntless?' The answer is no. Abseloutely no. I know it can seem scary; the train jumps, the tattoos, the piercings, the black. But it's not all that bad once you actually get used to it. Dauntless is one of the most free factions in my opinion. And I don't mean free, like free to do anything, but free, like nothing's-holding-me-back, kind of free.

I have no regrets.

So, this is my first Divergent fic (it's a one-shot) and I hope you guys liked it :) Please review :) And I don't own Divergent or anythinggg

~Becca