So obviously, I absolutely love "Divergent" but my sister and I had an idea and she really wanted me to write it, so here it is! We hope you like it!


TRIS POV

I sit on a stool in front of my mother, as she does my hair for the Choosing Ceremony. Unfortunately, I am not allowed to look at the hairstyle that she is creating for me. I was born into the Pitiful faction, which means that I have to let people step all over me because it would be far too selfish to stand up for myself. It also means that I'm not allowed to look at myself in the mirror because it would be a sign of vanity.

Unfortunately, that means I have to trust my mother with my hair, and she's always been fond of pranking me because she transferred from a faction called Barbaric where that kind of behavior is accepted.

My mother tears the brush through my hair, as I swallow my screams of pain. According to my faction, I don't deserve to express any feelings of discomfort.

"Okay, Beatrice." In case you're wondering, she did give me that name as a prank. "All done. Mirror time!"

She walks around me and slides open the wall in front of me. In this faction, we must also hide our mirrors. Most people think it's because of vanity. But it's really because we're afraid that ghosts might come out of them at night.

I look at myself in the mirror, even though I already think that I'm too hideous for anyone to ever fall in love with me. What with my fair skin and blonde hair. Hideous.

The wall slams shut in front of me, and my mother cackles in my face.

"Time's up, sucka!"

She runs from the room, firing a gun at the ceiling. It's a souvenir that she took with her before she left her old faction.

I stand up and sigh, wishing that I could have looked at my hideous face for a few more minutes, before walking into the kitchen to find my brother.

My brother, Caleb is wearing loose, grey clothes just like everyone else in our faction wears. The only difference is that Caleb also wears glasses so thick that they make his eyes look like they're half the size of his face, and he's constantly carrying around a stack of books. Constantly.

But he's like totally Pitiful material. There's no way he would ever transfer to the Nerds faction even though he acts exactly like them.

Caleb and I leave the house together to walk to the Choosing Ceremony. While I know that Caleb isn't going to transfer, I continue to wonder what I will do when it comes time to make a decision. I've always known that I have a hard time being pitiful, but I always hoped I would be able to pick it up.

Caleb and I freeze in out tracks, as a disheveled man jumps in front of us. A Hobo. He looks at us angrily.

"Give me your money, Stiffs!" he demands.

"Of course, good sir!" Caleb replies, as he reaches into his pockets.

"What? F*** that!" I yell, as I sprint past the Hobo.

I keep sprinting until I reach the next block, where I stop to catch my breath. After a few minutes, Caleb comes up beside me, only holding five books now.

"Beatrice, how could you!" he says sadly. "That was so un-pitiful of you!"

"Caleb, you know that I could never be as pitiful as you! You were born to be pitiful."

"Wow." A sad smile appears on his face. "Thanks, Beatrice."

And with that, we continue on our way to the ceremony. I know that I should have given that Hobo my money. That's what any Pitiful would do. But I guess I've never really had what it takes to be a Pitiful.

When we get to the ceremony, my eyes immediately go up to the ceiling. Once I find the bullet holes in the roof, I walk toward them and find my mother already in her seat, her gun still aimed at the ceiling, as my father looks around nervously.

"Oh good, you found us!" My mother snickers, as she puts her gun back into her pocket. "Marcus was starting to get mad."

Marcus Eaton is the leader of our faction. Truly the most pitiful man I have ever met.

Caleb and I sit down next to our parents, as the ceremony begins. I look to the front of the room. There are five large, rectangular patches in the front of the room. Each patch consists of something different to represent each faction. When we go up to choose, we must walk over the patch that represents our desired faction.

For our faction, the Pitiful, we must walk over a patch of grey stones quietly while Marcus picks up some of the stones and throws it at us. If we do this without complaining, we are allowed to be Pitiful.

The Nerds faction members must walk through a pit of water, and the Assholes must walk over a thin slab of glass. If the glass breaks, they must leave and become a Hobo.

The Hippies must walk through soil. In case you're wondering, that's where the phrase "dirty hippie" comes from.

And then, there's the Barbaric. To become a Barbaric, they must walk over a patch of hot coals. Barefoot. They sure are a crazy bunch.

I look over each one, considering my options. I'm not nearly pitiful enough to stay here, but where would I go? I could never join the Nerds because, well... they're nerds. I couldn't join the Assholes because I'm horrible at lying, and they can always tell when somebody lies. I certainly wouldn't enjoy skipping around and singing all day, so that rules out the Hippies.

That leaves just one faction. The Barbaric. My mother leans over to me, as if she knows I was thinking about her old faction.

"What are you gonna do, Beatrice?" she whispers.

"What?"

"Are you gonna stay?" She draws the word out, as she stares at me. "Or transfer?"

"I don't think I'm supposed to tell you, Mom," I say nervously.

"Well, just know that no matter what you choose," she says, smiling at me lovingly. "I'll always fire my gun on your birthday."

"I know, Mom."

I smile back at her, but I feel guilty. She must know that I'm leaving her. But I'm still not sure where I'm going instead because this is a life-long decision so of course I'm going to put it off until the very last second and just do whatever feels right at the moment.

Marcus begins to speak, silencing the whole room. The ceremony begins, as Marcus calls the first name. Each sixteen year old goes to the front when their name is called, removes their shoes and walks over their patch. The first transfer is a boy from the Asshole faction. I watch as he removes his shoes and walks through the Hippies patch, the soil staining his white pants.

I guess he's tired of being an Asshole.

Caleb's name is called, and I watch him slowly stand up, his eyes wide. Or at least, they look wide because of his glasses. When he gets to the front, he removes his shoes and stands still for a moment before taking a step towards...

The pit of water!

I watch in horror, as he wades through the water, even splashing around a bit for dramatic effect. As he walks over to the Nerds faction, he leaves a trail of water behind him. I turn to my mother, afraid that she will be upset about his choice. She looks at me and shrugs.

"Eh, I always knew he was gonna leave," she says. "Have you seen those glasses? What a nerd!"

"Beatrice Prior!"

I gasp at the sound of my name. I stand up slowly, as I make my way to the front.

This is it. It's time to make a decision that will affect the rest of my life. Good thing I still have a good five seconds to decide.

When I get to the front, I look at the five options in front of me. Only one of them feels right.

I remove my shoes, take a deep breath, and step toward the patch of hot coals. I can hear gasps and whispers behind me, but I don't care. I take the first step onto the burning coals and do something that I was never allowed to do in my old faction.

I scream in pain.

I am truly Barbaric now.