Disclaimer:

I do not own the Divergent Trilogy. All of the characters and plot originally in the series belong to Veronica Roth. The new characters and plot in this story belong to me.

While this story takes place during the first book, this is Monica's story, not Tris's.

Also, there is no war or plan of war. While Divergents are a still a threat, no one is actively seeking them out.

This is my first Divergent fan fic, so please have an open mind!

Today is the day of The Test. The Test will tell me which faction to choose. The Test will tell me where I belong, even though I don't feel I belong anywhere.

Because of my parentage, I am a unique case. My mother is an Amity and my father is a Dauntless. They met when they were 20 years old. My father was guarding the fence and my mother was working in the Amity fields. They met up with each other many times over the course of 6 months. My mother says that they fell in love. But, when she got pregnant with me, things had to change. There was no way that she could the situation, so she had no choice but to go to Amity leadership. The decision was made that he could be there when I was born, but I was to be raised in Amity and there was to be no name put under "Father" on my birth certificate. It was also decided that he was not to try to contact me for the time until I turn 16. Until I am no longer a dependent.

That is all I know because that is all my mother ever told me. She doesn't like to talk about him, but I can tell it's because she is still in love with him. I used to ask her questions about him all the time when I was younger, but she would always kindly decline to answer my questions. Maybe it's because she isn't allowed to tell me anything. I don't know.

There's never been anyone like me before. Thankfully, the facts about my conception have been classified, so no one other than my parents and the leaders of their respective factions know. I can't be picked on because of it. I'm afraid of what other people would say if they knew about me. But, thankfully, they never will. I hope.

As I enter the testing room, I start to become more nervous. None of us know anything about The Test, we're not allowed to. In the room, there is a metal chair, a computer, and a women from Abnegation. Because the Abnegation are public servants, all but two of the test administrators are from that faction. The other two are from another faction because you cannot be tested by someone from your faction.

When the woman sees me, she gives me a kind, but shy smile and motions for me to sit in the chair. I comply.

"Hello Monica, my name is Lorie and I will be administering your test today."

"Hello Lorie", I say with a grin. The Amity kindness and manners I was taught growing up show themselves, although reluctantly. I have never been great at being Amity. There have been many times in my life where I've been given the peace serum to calm me down from being too angry or aggressive. My faction even puts peace serum in the bread to make sure we stay all happy and chipper. It can get so annoying.

"You will be going into a simulation where you will have to make some decisions. The decisions that you make will rule out your aptitude for factions. You will remain in the simulation until you get one result." As she explains this to me, she hands me small glass full of light blue liquid. I sniff it, warily.

"What is this?"

"Don't worry, it won't hurt you. This is just what will put you into the simulation. Good luck." She smiles kindly to me as I drink the serum. It tastes very bitter.

I close my eyes for just a moment, but when I open them again, the room is different. Lorie and the computer is gone. All that's left is me and the chair in a room full of mirrors. Not knowing what else to do, I get up and look around at the multiple copies of my reflection. All of a sudden, I hear a voice behind me.

"Choose." When I turn to look at her, I realize that it's Jeannine Matthews, the leader of Erudite.

"What?"

"Choose, before it's to late." She points behind me. When I turn, I see something that wasn't there before. Two bowls, one with some cheese and one with a knife. After only a moment of hesitation, I grab the knife. I don't have a good feeling, and if something is going to hurt me, the knife is the best thing to have.

Suddenly, there is a loud, threatening growl behind me. Jeannine is gone, but a vicious looking dog has taken her place. Despite my upbringing, I am glad I chose the knife.

The dog has begun to slowly, but menacingly make its way towards me. I crouch down to, what I think is, a menacing stance and, once the dog is mere feet in front of me, I lunge. I pounce on the dog's back and sink the knife into its side. And then it's over.

I bolt upright in the chair and I am back in the testing room. Lorie has returned, so I must be awake.

"It's alright dear, it's over." She runs a comforting hand across my back as I try to catch my breath. I can't believe I killed a dog. Part of me can't help but think how disappointed my mother would be, but the other part of me can't help but feel pride. As horrible as it sounds, it felt kind of good to harm something.

"What was my result?"

"Dauntless."

"Dauntless…" It know makes sense. Why I killed the dog and why I felt good doing it. I must be more like my father than I thought. The father that I've never known.

"Now, go home and get a good night of deep thought and rest. Tomorrow you decide the rest of your life. But remember, you only get to choose. Once you choose, there's no going back. Good luck to you Monica."

"Thank you", I say as I leave the room, dumbfounded. I've always known that I don't belong in Amity, but do I really belong in Dauntless?

After dinner that evening, my mother sent me off to bed with the usual hug, kiss, and "I love you". Not once that evening did she ever ask about The Test. Perhaps she thought it would be unkind and unthoughtful to ask about such a delicate matter.

When I get to my room, I just lie there for a while, thinking. I don't know what I'm going to do tomorrow. Am I too kind to leave my mother, like my upbringing would tell me, or am I too brave to stay, like my test indicated. Hopefully, I can figure it out by tomorrow. There can be no regrets, no matter what I choose because, like Lorie said, once the choice is made, there is no going back. Am I kind or am I brave. At the moment, I am nothing more than being very, very confused.

Author's Note

I know that it's kind of slow and bad for a first chapter, but it should get better as I get more into the story. If you can, please write a review and tell me what you think, for reviews give me more reason to write. Constructive criticism is openly welcomed and greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading!