Set 2 years before the events of Divergent, this is the story of 5 initiates- Juliette, Amy, Michael, Jessica and Chris.
Chapter 1
She woke up and stared at the black ceiling above her. Butterflies, no, snakes, were already crawling up her insides. Today was aptitude test day. She sat up, noticing it was still dark outside and turned on her lamp, knowing she would never get back to sleep. She stared at the white walls, the black carpet, her black and white duvet, and thought that her life was like this- black and white, no colour to be seen anywhere.
This is not the way I should be thinking! she berated herself.
But then, Candors should be honest- with themselves as well as with others, a sly voice inside her head replied. She closed her eyes tightly and pressed her fingers to her temple.
I guess I'll find out today. Come on Juliette. You may be Candor, but you can still be patient.
She sighed, resigning herself to wait for dawn.
Jessica woke just as dawn broke over the window of her room. She admired how the wood shone as the light glanced off it, and sighed because of what dawn meant. She knew she only had one more morning of peace before she left. She got up and began to prepare to leave. Amity was the furthest faction out from the city, and she would have to leave soon. She chose a pair of red cut-off trousers and a yellow tank top and padded on bare feet across the wooden boards towards breakfast, humming and smiling on the outside. Inside was a different story. She was angry, she was calm, she was two opposites- black and white.
One more day until I'm out of this place.
Amy groaned as she rolled over and looked at the clock blearily. It was an hour before she needed to get up. Pulling the blue covers over her head, she grumpily thought that, logically, she should go back to sleep, but that wasn't going to happen. She sighed as she wished that she didn't have to have an aptitude test. That no-one had to have one. Why divide people when they were better together?
That is he sort of thinking that is stupid and will get you into trouble if you say a word! she shouted at herself, realising that she was almost wishing that the factions didn't exist. She breathed slowly. They were logical, made sense to prevent conflict. She threw the covers off, holding her hands in front of her; blue tinted by the blinds, and sighed. Today she would know.
The door opened and he heard footsteps as his mother sat on the edge of the bed and gently shook his shoulder to wake him.
"Michael, wake up. I believe you need a haircut before choosing today," she told him, smiling gently before leaving, turning the light on as she passed. He rubbed his hair, long for Abnegation, and sat up, wondering why his chest was clenching. It was today- when he would find out just how selfless he was- or how selfish. With the grey robe that he pulled over his head, he would be no-one. Was no-one who he really wanted to be? Or was he a part of a bigger whole, a whole that needed selfless people to repair the hole in the whole?
"Get up man! We're gonna be late if you don't get that lazy ass out of bed!" a voice screamed and Chris groaned. Someone jumped on him heavily. "Alright dude, I'm up!" he grunted, feebly lashing out at thin air. He emerged from the covers to see Zeke, his arms crossed and eyebrows raised.
"You have five minutes before the train leaves," he spat, trying to look angry but his lips twitching when he saw Chris with the black sheets tangles around his waist.
"Look, you go, I'll catch you guys up," Chris told Zeke, rubbing his eyes and yawning. Zeke rolled his eyes and walked out the room, yelling "Five minutes!" over his shoulder. Chris glanced at the rocky walls and sighed, throwing on his smart black pants and black t-shirt he had put out last night. Today he would know.
I know I'm setting myself a real challenge to write 5 different plot lines! I have no idea if it will work and I'm really gonna need your input. I've decided to write in 3rd person as it will be (hopefully) less confusing. Please tell me what you think!