Hey guys! So I finally overcame my fear and began my first ever fan-fiction in my favorite universe! I'm hoping that this will not follow the actual story-line and due to this; there is a fat chance that the characters you know can become OOC sometimes. All in good spirit though!

Enjoy x

I am running...I am a bird. My heart is free just like the golden locks on my head. I am wearing dark tight clothes and for once I am not afraid of showing skin. This is who I am. This is who I am going to be.

I wake up sticky and sweaty, my silent room filling with my intense inhales and exhales. The sun is barely awake, its tiny raw hands caressing the dull grey walls of my bedroom. This is a typical Saturday in Abnegation, the selfless faction. Although this is my faction of origin, there has never been a day where I haven't woken up to that ringing in my ears. The ringing that screeches for me to notice, to know and to understand that my faction of origin isn't where I am supposed to be. I will never be selfless or quiet. Growing up in Abnegation, we were taught that laughing and having fun isn't helpful for anyone, and is rather selfish. Therefore we must succumb to it and forget ourselves.

I run my hands through my golden waves of hair; finally suppressing the need to cry because I know I don't belong here. Today is the day though. Today will change my whole life...hopefully.

I run downstairs, my brother Caleb, clearing his throat irritably at my insensible for an Abnegation behavior. 'It'll be easy for him to choose his destiny'I think. He is selfless by heart. Slowly folding my hands in front of my bag of a dull grey dress, I force on a calm smile as I enter the minuscule kitchen, only to be warmly welcomed by my mother's stiff, selfless nod. Showing too much love and compassion means that you have not fully forgotten yourself.I sit down and look around. I have grown up running around and being scolded in this little room. 16 years of a wasted, silently forced childhood in a place where fun is illegal. My father mutters his usual "good morning" while my mother leans against the counter and breaks the silence.

"Children, I...we want you to know that we will love you no matter what choice you pick today. After all, it's your life and we will forever be a family, no matter what." Her voice is comforting, our eye contact never breaking apart. I sigh before continuing my usual, plain oatmeal breakfast.

I sit on the wooden stool in front of the only mirror in the house, listening to the scissor's song as it dances with my hair ends. My mother trims my hair before pulling it into a very tight bun. I will miss these little moments.When she finishes, she gracefully moves towards the forbidden mirror, unlocking its powers. I shift my eyes towards the girl now staring back at me. I haven't changed since the last time I caught a glimpse at my own reflection. I am still the same girl with dirty blonde hair, a chubby round face and large panic-stricken hazel eyes.

"Are you afraid?" I move my eyes towards the beautiful reflection of my mother's chocolate brown eyes. I hope my eyes can answer for me.

She hums slightly before pulling on a small grin and repeating the exact same words she uttered right before letting me go to take my aptitude test. "Don't be love. Trust your heart. You know best."

She bends down and plants a kiss on the top of my head. "It's time." Father's loud voice rings through the dull, grey corridors before finally reaching us.

I am ready.

The walk to the Hub- where the Choosing Ceremony will commence- is very long; given the fact that the Abnegation sector is far from the town square and the bus was full-so we walk. We pass the Erudite compound and I try to ignore the nasty side glances the people throw us.

When we finally walk into the Hub, I glance at every faction, imagining myself in them. Abnegation- I will always be that quiet grey girl desperate to break out. Amity-The peace serum in the bread? No thanks. Candor-Sometimes it's good to withhold some things as unspoken. Erudite-Although there is no growing tension between my faction and Erudite, we were brought up to secretly dislike them. Especially with my father constantly being a target of their assumptions and comments thrown towards him and the rest of the government officials. Dauntless-I let my stare linger a little longer as it reached the noisy bundle of commotion. My stomach drops and I break into a grin.

"Andrew. Pleasure to see you again." Jeanine's cool voice moves me back into reality and I turn to stare at her standing in front of my parents, wearing a smile that somehow doesn't reach her eyes. Her hair is cut short and it hovers over her shoulders like a dropping, golden halo. She wears a fitted suit consisting of a skirt and a shirt with a small, blue tie slurring over the white color. Her icy blue eyes flicker towards me for a moment, her grin widening the slightest- making her look like a deluded psychopath behind bars. I bow my head politely and toy with the fabric of my dress, tuning out their conversation filled with innuendos regarding their secret dislike for each other.

"…Beatrice?" I look back at her and clear my throat when I realize that she's asked me something.

"I beg your pardon, but I wasn't listening." I formally reply in a timid voice to which her posture seems to straighten the slightest.

"I asked if you're afraid. About your choice today. I'm sure your parents will perfectly understand if you choose to…defect." My father tenses beside her but keeps his cool, just like any good Abnegation would. And Jeanine's smug smirk knows that too.

"Yes of coarse…uh…-" I trail off nervously, but luckily she interrupts me.

"Just be yourself. We wouldn't want people to enter factions they don't…belong in." She smiles tightly before touching my shoulder- sending a cold electric shock through my body. "Oh well, if you could go to your seats. Again, my apologies for holding you back." She waves a hand towards the Abnegation seats and my father smiles firmly.

"It was nice to talk to you, Jeanine."

"Likewise," she responds as coolly as he does before clicking away in her high heels that match her deep blue skirt.

She glides towards the stage and we huddle a little bit faster to our allocated seats. I take a deep breath and stare at my shaking hands.

It has begun.

"I would like to wish every single one of you dependents who are about to face the biggest choice of your lives. Choose wisely, there is no going back. As soon as your blood falls into your allocated bowl, you are no longer children, but full-fledged citizens of Chicago." Cheers.She smiles before getting off the polished white platform, her empty space taken by Marcus Eaton, head of the council and leader of Abnegation. He clears his throat. "When I call out your names you will come here and you will make your choice. I wish you good luck..." I muffle out whatever he continues on to saying until I hear my brother's name.

"Caleb Prior." Father squeezes his shoulder only to earn a forced smile from his son. He slowly moves towards the platform, taking the silver knife in his hand. The air is thick with tension- and that only increases when the dreadful word reaches everyone's ears.

"ERUDITE!" I gawk. My father's face twists into the most hurt expression that has ever painted his face. Caleb gradually shifts towards the Erudite part of the audience, not bothering to look in our direction.

"Beatrice Prior." I swallow thickly as I stand.

It feels like eons have passed until I finally reach the five bowls. Without thinking, I reach for the knife, letting the sharp blade pierce my skin and let my hand hover over the bowl filled with coal.

Sizzle.A feeling of relieve surges through me as I break into a chagrin chuckle.

"DAUNTLESS!"