Disclaimer: I do not own the Divergent Trilogy. All rights goes to Veronica Roth. She basically owns everything except my character, Kendall.

A/n: Hey Nikki here! I apologise for all spelling and grammar errors. Please understand that my first language isn't English and neither is it my second. Yup, English is actually my third language so you might find quite a few errors...sorry. Oh my gosh, first divergent fanfic ever written by me over here! Okay so, anyways, the story will start with me basically almost quoting the book (P.s. almost because I didn't exactly do it word for word) and adding and/or inserting my character, Kendall. Don't worry though, it will only be in the first chappie. I planned on starting the story pretty much very close yo the original book then slowly spitting, separating, parting ways, and other synonyms, i don't know, from it. So without further ado...(P.s. did I spell ado right?)

Chapter One

Beatrice POV

There is only one mirror in my house. It is located behind a sliding panel in the hallway upstairs. My faction, Abnegation, allows me to stand in front of it on the second day of every third month, the day my mother cuts my hair.

I sat on the stool as my mother stands behind me holding a pair of scissors, trimming. The stands fall on the floor in a dull, blonde ring.

When she finishes, she pulls my hair away from my face and twists it into an Abnegation approved hairstyle for females, a knot. I note how calm she looks and how focused she is. She is well-practiced in the art of losing herself. I can't say the same for myself.

I sneak a look at my reflection when she isn't paying attention-- not for the sake of vanity, but out of curiosity.

In my reflection, I see a narrow face, wide, round eyes, and a long thin nose-- I still look like a little girl, though sometime in the last few months, I turned sixteen. The other factions celebrate birthdays, but we don't. It would be self-indulgent.

"There," she says when she pins the knot in place. Her eyes caught mine in the mirror. It is too late to look away, but instead of repremanding me for looking at myself, she smiles at our reflection. I frown a little. Why doesn't she scold me for staring at myself?

~Divergent by Veronica Roth.

Chapter One.

(A/n: P.s. I changed a few of the words and added a few phrases and well...words. Just so I'm not completely doing it word for word.)

"So, today is the day."

"Yes," I reply.

"Are you nervous?"

I stare into my own eyes for a moment.

"No," I say, unsure of how I really feel. "Were you?" I ask my mother. Curious.

"No," she answers "I was terrified."

"The test can't change our choices," I look at my mother for approval. She smiles at me but says nothing.

We walk together to the kitchen. On these mornings when my brother and sister makes breakfast. I have always envied the special bond that they share with each other. The melodious way they work as if they could read each other's minds and understand what each other wants instinctively. They even often think alike without meaning to, they are twins after all. My father's hand skims my hair as he reads the newspaper, and my mother hums as she clears the table. It is on these mornings that I feel guiltiest for wanting to leave them.

The bus stinks of exhaust. Every time it hits a patch of uneven pavement, it jostles me from side to side, even though I'm gripping the seat hard to keep myself still.

My older siblings, Caleb and Kendall, stands in the aisle, holding the railing above their heads to keep themselves steady. We don't look alike. Caleb has my father's dark brown hair and hooked nose and my mother's green eyes and dimpled cheeks. When he was younger, that collection of features looked strange, but now it suits him. If he wasn't in Abnegation, I'm sure girls at school will stare at him.

Kendall, on the other hand, has long jet black hair that cascades down her back in silky waves when she puts it down at night. We both got our father's blue eyes, though mine appears a somewhat greyish blue, her's is just a slight bit darker which gives it an almost violet like sheen. She also inherited our mother's best features, her dimpled cheeks, delicate nose, long lashes and high cheekbones. In short, she is absolutely gorgeous. Unlike me. Compared to my siblings, I am absolutely plain and boring looking.

They also inherited my mother's talent for selflessness. They gave their seat to a surly Candor man and his wife without a second thought.

The Candor man wears a black suit with a white tie and the woman wears a black collared shirt and a white overcoat-- Candor standard uniform. Their faction values honesty and sees the truth as black and white, so that's what they wear.

"I never thought that I'd see a handsome and beautiful Abnegation," the woman said winking at them as I watch at the background-- obviously mistaking them for a couple. And I can't blame her, there is little to no resemblance between the three of us. My siblings merely smiled and bowed their heads. A slight blush lighting up their cheeks. Saying thank you is also considered as self-indulgent when it comes to these situations. It would mean that they aknowledge and accept the fact that they are indeed handsome and beautiful. Since we were supposed to reject vanity.

The school was overflowing with students waving around searching for their friends, probably going to talk about the test that we will take later this afternoon. An Erudite shouts at my ear while she waves to her friend on the other side of the room. Kendall got separated from us early on when we first pursued the crowd. I was still looking around in the crowd for her when I was shoved down to the ground. "Watch where you're going, stiff." an Erudite boy sneered. Despite the fact that he was the one who pushed me. It was getting frequent, the bullying of Abnegation. Especially these days that Erudite have been releasing attacts on Abnegation through the newspaper. Caleb helps me up asking if I'm alright in a soft voice. I turned to him and nodded "Yes," I say lowly and smiled to let him see that I'm fine before we continued walking to our specific classes.

I looked out of the glass windows that lined the corridor on my way to my first class of the day, Math. Caleb left for History a while ago, moving to the corridor opposite from mine. And Kendall is probably already in her Science class, which is in a completely different building from ours.

I stopped in front of one of the panes and waited. I looked at my watch, exactly 7:35 it pointed, just as I hear a faint sound of a moving train. I looked out just in time to see the first Dauntless to jump out. Flipping in mid air and purposely rolling once on the ground once to regain his footing.

I like watching them.

The way they act. The way they walk, talk, sit, stand, and even eat without care in the world. The freedom they have that holds them without restraints.

I envy them, their freedom.

And I can't help but want to be them. To become Dauntless.

A/n: Okay, so I'm perfectly aware of the fact that I made Tris sound stalker-ish. Err, more stalker-ish than usual. Meh...sorry. I can't help it! Even the book says that Tris likes to watch the Dauntless do stuff. Don't worry she won't turn into a weird stalker or something. Maybe. Maybe just a little bit, I don't know yet. So, I'll just rewrite the A/n I wrote from the start of this chapter because I know some people, *cough* 'me' *cough* skip the top A/n(s) and will only read the bottom A/n(s) if there are no continuing chapters next so here...A/n: Blah, blah, blah(i don't need this part down here)... Okay so, anyways, the story will start with me basically almost quoting the book (almost because I didn't go word for word) and adding and/or inserting my character, Kendall. Don't worry though, it will only be in the first chappie. I planned on starting the story pretty much very close to the original story then slowly spitting, separating, parting ways, and other synonyms, I don't know, from it.