Please forgive me if this is bad. This will be my first "published" story! I want to know what you think. Thanks!- fangirly
Chapter One, in which there are a few characters... introduced.
I wake up to the buzz of an alarm. I can't wait for school! I yawn in secrecy, as I walk to the bathroom. I shower off, and pay close attention to my hair and hands. I didn't see my parents last night, and I have to wash off the pen on my hands. I run to my room, shut the door, really fast yet quietly, and stare into the small, hidden mirror I keep shoved between the sheets and the mattress on my bed. I pull on my Abnegation Grays, as I call them, and shove a colored jacket into my bookbag.
The cool grey hallway seems so familiar. I walk into my living room, admiring the symmetry of my senseful, rectangular grey house. I grab my bookbag, and chug my Orange Juice. I run out of the door, saying, "I love you mom and dad! I'll see you later going to school, bye!" but all one sentence. Today... today I will see my best friend, Ava. School is where I can really be my self. I have no siblings to tattle about me, and none of my friends are Abnegation. I fact, the jacket I hid is yellow! The socks, hidden by the robe I wear, are black.
Today is the faction test day. I am nervous, which is a never. I see Ava in the hall, before she notices me. Then she sees me eyeballing her. The yellow and red all over her Amity body really complement her dirty blonde hair.
"Abigail! Abby!" She's calling me.
"Yes, Ava-Amity?"
Then she walks my way, laughing.
"Ha, Ha, as if," she says. "Are you ready for the Faction tests? I know what you're getting," she leans in to my ear, whispering, "Dauntless!" That's always been my nickname. I love it.
When she invited me over to her faction, for a sleepover, my parents were uneasy. They didn't trust her, and they knew that if anything happened to her, I would be devastated. We did have to ride the train to get there, anyways. They gave me a telephone. They knew I only had one pair of P.J.'s, and they were... not modest. They were from my early childhood, and I purposely let them grow small. I've always grown faster the anyone else my age, so I learned how to work my stuff, the right way. My parents didn't know what I was going to choose. Like the tests would change anything.