Hello, everyone!

So I've done a few Divergent fanfictions in the past. There's my Dauntless Leaders one, which was fairly successful, and there were also quite a few that I've written the first few chapters for, and sort of ditched. With that said, this story (Faction Academy) I will be very committed to, because I've got some great ideas for this one You will get at least two chapters each week, so stay tuned! Don't forget to leave a review as well!

Hope you enjoy the story. Here's chapter 1!

Beatrice

"Beatrice, Caleb, come down for dinner!"

"Coming!" my brother, Caleb and I yell at the same time. I'm in my room, texting my best friend Susan, and Caleb is in his room. I close my laptop and get off of my bed, stopping to have a quick look in my mirror before I head downstairs. I'm wearing a typical – me outfit for the summer; short jean shorts, my grey tank top and a read plaid shirt overtop and tied in the front. My hair is in a messy bun, and my skin, tanned from the long summer, contrasts against my blonde hair.

I hop down the stairs and take my seat at the dinner table, next to Caleb and across from my dad. My mom smiles at me as she passes the spaghetti across the table. We finish our dinner, having small conversation.

"So, kids, how do you feel about the summer being almost over?"

"Ugh, don't remind me," I sigh and bring my dishes over to the sink. "It went by so fast!"

"Yeah," agrees Caleb. "I don't want to go back to jail!" By jail, I must inform you, Caleb means high school.

"At least we get to see our friends every day again," I point out. I see Mom and Dad share a worried glance, and immediately stare at them. I have a bad feeling in my stomach. Apparently Caleb noticed it, too.

"What was that look?" he demands.

"Uh.." Mom nudges Dad, and he clasps his hand together.

"Kids, you're not going to be staying at West High for your last two years of high school."

"WHAT?" I yell. "Where are we going?"
"You're both going to go to a boarding school a couple hours North from here," answers Mom, as if it's an exciting thing to just pick up and leave all of our friends.

"The school that I went to when I was in high school," adds Dad. "Faction Academy."

"A boarding school?" repeats Caleb. "Oh, my God, you can't be serious!"

"All of our friends are here!" I complain.

"It's a great school, and there are plenty of kids there you can make friends with!" Dad smiles. "Trust me, kids, you'll love it. You're both already signed up."

Caleb and I share a frustrated look.

"I can't believe you're doing this to us," I say.

"You'll like it when you get there," insists Dad. "I loved my high school experience! Here, let me bring it up on the computer."

We all crowd around him, and he brings up the 'Faction Academy' website. The main page shows a group of students, laughing as they solve a math equation.

"My God," I groan. "They look like they'd make great friends, Dad! Solving equations is so fun!"

"What's so bad about that?" asks Caleb, and I roll my eyes.

"Oh, calm down, Beatrice! That's just the Erudite who like that stuff!" Dad says.

"The Erudite?" Caleb questions.

"See, the school is separated into five groups, called factions. Hence the 'Faction Academy'," he explains. "Every faction obviously teaches the basic academics of high school, but each has their own 'special' thing. Amity is the group I chose. Their 'special' focus is music and happiness. Those years of my life were what taught me everything I know about my music!"

Dad is an excellent pianist, and he also plays the guitar and a little bit of banjo.

"Abnegation is another one of the groups. They focus around volunteer work and devoting their lives to others." He brings up a picture of some students wearing aprons, who appear to be serving food which they must have made to homeless people outside. Not that that's not a great thing and all, but I would not want to be surrounded with that sort of boring lifestyle. The other factions sound more interesting.

"Then there's Candor, who focus on honesty and trustworthiness." He shows a picture of two students having a debate in front of a classroom.

"The Erudite are the genius ones; focused entirely on their academics." The same photo, of the group of students solving a math equation, pops up on the screen.

"And finally, the Dauntless."

As the word comes out of his mouth, the picture appears on the computer screen. It's a group of maybe fifteen students, standing on top of a building. A very tall building, with a zipline attached to it and pointed downwards on a slope towards the ground. But, it's not their insanity for standing up there that catches my attention. It's the looks on their faces of pure joy and excitement, and the way their arms are slung around each other, like they're carefree and having the time of their lives.

"I suppose they're known as the 'brave' ones, also the 'jocks' of the school," Dad informs us, his voice weary. "They're just crazy nuts, if you ask me, though. There's a fine line between bravery and insanity."

"It looks like they have a lot of fun," I say.

Dad looks at me, almost angry. "Beatrice, they may have a lot of fun, but they also get into some trouble. I don't want you choosing that faction, do you understand?"

I nod and look at my feet.

"When do we get to pick whichever faction we want to be in?" questions Caleb.

"On the first day of school," replies Dad, finally lifting his gaze off of me.

"Which is when…?" asks Caleb.

"Monday," answers Dad, already cringing before we even react.

"You couldn't have given us more warning?" I say. "One day left, and then we're off to boarding school! So much for saying bye to our friends!"

Dad rubs his temples. "You can say goodbye to your friends tomorrow."

"You willsee them again, Beatrice," adds my mom. "You can visit them on your holidays!"

"Okay, whatever," I reply.

Late that night, I hear Mom and Dad talking downstairs.

"If she picks Dauntless-"

"Don't worry, Andrew! I'm sure Beatrice can take care of herself and knows right from wrong."

"She seemed like she wanted to choose them, Natalie."

"So? They're not all bad, you know. They seem amazing."

"I don't want her going down the wrong path!"

"We just have to trust her. She won't pick Dauntless, anyway. She's a smart girl."

I shut the door to my room and lean against it, sighing. I don't get why my dad has so much against the Dauntless faction, but to be honest, I can't stop imagining myself being one of them. I want to feel carefree, and be brave, and have the time of my life. I want to pick Dauntless.