Hey guys!

So, I was on a lot of pain medication and had a fever, and suddenly, a thought crept into my mind…

DIVERGENT FROM CHRISTINA'S POINT OF VIEW. DO IT NOW.

So, I shall. ;) Hope you guys enjoy!

I wake to the sound of my father screaming.

And the first thing I do is pull the covers over my head.

Oh, how I love visitation day.

No, not visiting day like they have for transfers. My father, visiting his two children he left three years ago. I wish he could stay gone, but he keeps coming back. I don't even know why. All he ever does is scream horrible things at my mother, sister, and I.

All things that are true. But even people in Candor have things that they want to keep quiet.

Maybe honesty isn't always the best policy.

I roll out of bed and view my white, unadorned walls. Oh, how I wish I could get some color in here. It's worse than the Abnegation. Well, maybe not as bad, I think to myself as I put on my makeup. At least I'm allowed to look in the mirror.

I hear a crash from behind me and look to see Sam behind me, holding what looked like my breakfast. Now it just looks like a mess on my black carpet.

"Oh, Sam! You're such a klutz!" I say to her as she glares back.

"Well, maybe if you weren't such a pig, I wouldn't be tripping over things!" she yells back, and sure enough, there's a book on the ground. It's been there ever since I threw it across the room a few days ago. I hate math.

Sam sighs. "Well, for what it's worth, here's your juice. Good luck," she says as she skips off.

And then the dread I've been sweeping under the rug comes back.

It's the day of the aptitude tests.

My mother can tell I'm worried. Whenever I think of it, a gloom settles over me and I'm crabby for the entire day. She hasn't gone as far as to ask me why I'm worried, probably chalking it up to nerves. Hopefully she sticks with that story.

How am I supposed to tell her that sometimes I don't WANT to be honest?

It's not like I could leave. I have Sam and her to worry about. My father's voice the next room over reminds me why I need to stay. They can't face him alone. They need me. I've always been the strongest one in the family, the one who forces my father to finally go.

Candor is all about being open, having no secrets. But my father uses his honesty as knives to pierce my family's hearts.

I put down the makeup brush and look at myself, all dark,with short black hair and brown skin and my chocolate eyes, which stares back at myself exposing the words I can't bear to say.

"I want out," I whisper, so quietly no one could hear unless they were right beside me.

I jump up, run a brush through my hair as I jam on some clothes, and walk out into the kitchen to grab my lunch.

"Good luck on the test!" my mother tells me as my father smirks.

"Don't fail!" he yells sarcastically to my retreating back.

Oh, don't worry Dad, I think.

I will.

So, there's the first chapter! I know, really short. I had Christina have an abusive father because, first off, her father isn't really mentioned, and second off, I think it would be a good way to show one reason she might have chosen Dauntless. Kind of like Tobias, except hers was more verbal. So, tell me what you think! Should I continue this story or what? Feedback is greatly appreciated!
~Audrey